This poem goes out to all of those hooked on The Don’s chaos and corruption whirled tour. Trump’s addiction to his own, malignant narcissism, will require billions of lifetimes of rehab and recovery. Trump is a user…
Blow Back
Peering
Into that fund house mirror
With his coke bottle glasses
Half fool, half empty
He snorts another lyin’
Waste deep
In that snow job
Of his knows candy
When he C’s it
And when he doesn’t get it
That joke of white supremacy
He rails and rails
I want to get
My blow back
