Donny
Can you hear the minutes
ticking off the clock?
Do you see yourself
with ball and chain
Sledge-hammering a rock?
Do you feel the noose tightening
around your flabby neck?
As you scream and yell
in ALL CAPS:
“WE NEED ALL HANDS ON DECK!”
Donny
Has defeat’s fowl stench
finally settled in your nose?
As the ghastly pile of corpses
from COVID-19 grows
As your grip on power
starts to slip
from your puny, chubby fingers
The rot
you’ve wrought,
for the last 4 years
still festers and still lingers
Good riddance to you
You portly prick
You stain upon our nation
Just go away
and don’t come back
Your train has left the station
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