Barry
Dear Barry,
Shock runs in our blood
At the sight of your successor, a dud.
How can you leave us all alone
Under the leadership of a man whose primary interest is his phone.
After eight years at the head of all,
You’ve finally taken your fall.
You, who many a time has ignored taking a snore,
In exchange for spending that time to do more.
Perhaps there’s still hope for us,
Your children, who have just missed the bus
To a land where equality reigns
Instead of the hands of the inane.
- E
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