Joy

How can this be the joyous season
When nefarious acts confound all reason
And devious nobs reign uncontrolled,
Conspire disastrous plots to unfold?
A million shames upon our nation
For voting in this devastation,
Exalting a lackwit dumpster crew,
Then wondering why things went askew.
Odious opportunistic pimps
Smear dung on our precepts like filthy chimps;
Their leader's the King of the Bullies, who dictates
Deleterious schemes via vacuous mandates.
With a kindergartner's vocabulary,
He's a Harry Brockish voluptuary,
Though a trashmeister doctrine would be more welcome
Than "Pacis causa, para bellum."
Laugh at him, but if you do, be aware:
He and his lackeys kill joy everywhere.

Reviews

[Abishai100]

Thoughtful and cutting, made me feel sad and attentive at once. Hope it's not autobiographical. Thanx for share (happy holidays),

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