This poem reflects upon the oncoming storm of broligarchy versus the people…
His Soul Vacuum – Owed to Broligarchy
“I don’t want to be, like, Hoover.” – President Donald “Broligarchy” Trump
His soul was a vacuum
For money
How ever
His expectation that others have to
Proffer him any amor
Is delusional
And what might
Come his weigh
May come a cross as pitch
Forks in the road
Witch is more familiar
In compassing
Tar and feathers
Straw men
More sow
Sticks and stones
Then flesh and blood
Ah men
“Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable.”
― John F. Kennedy
