Who? Why?

Who? Why?

A Poem by Michael Stevens
"

I'm confused!

"
I know I've asked this before,

but I really, really can't watch anymore.


The media's ratings go through the roof

the more the show of the lop-sided head goof,


the embarrassment we now have as president.

The self-proclaimed genius has taken up residence


in the white house, and apparently in the hearts

of some, not all; his brand means money, but starts


me dry-gagging; they say he makes for riveting T. V,

riveting for whom, I ask? Because I'll be ralphing if I have to see


anymore of the slope-headed bullshit he spews from his face-

hole,

drunk on the absolute ignorant slop he sucks from his pig-bowl.


Here's another evangelical defending his destructive, hateful 


ways,

you can't believe a single thing he claims, or he says.


They're just fooling themselves, and live a blissful delusion,

if they expect him to live up to his word; for a happy conclusion.

He's a chameleon, changing colors to please whomever he's 

with.

He'll smile to their faces, even as as he's planning to stiff


them; ride-em cowboy!


© 2017 Michael Stevens


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Added on January 21, 2017
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Michael Stevens
Michael Stevens

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I write for fun; I write comedy pieces and some dramatic stuff. I have no formal writing education, and I have a fear of being told I suck, and maybe I should give up on writing, and get a job makin.. more..