Politico
Trump.
I Said it.
I bet it tasted sour.
Did it roll off your tongue with mercuric ease?
Or did it linger with a pervading pungency.
News heads will babble.
The masses will dabble
in affairs they clearly.
Cannot begin to grapple.
Look beyond the screen
Past the pixels be keen
Before your two pennies or nickel
COME OUT AS A SCREAM
(thank you)
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My country
Our world
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