There's a time to rejoice
And another time to make a choice
To move on, to offer a concession
And to recite the act of contrition
Because you have messed up big time
No, that was not a fantastic crime
That was a tremendous fiasco
Now, you got to go
You got to evacuate
No more debate
You're no longer a candidate
You're near the expiration date
You got to go
You're a sore loser
You're a deceiver
Follow the rainbow
By then
Bye Don.
Copyright © November, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I hope Donald Trump will leave the White House without making a fiasco. Otherwise, he may meet the same fate in Januay 2021 that John Adams did in March 1801.