The Second Grabbing Poem by Percy Dovetonsils

Turning and turning in the widening flatscreen
The Donald cannot hear the Donalder;
Democrats fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere Alt-right is loosed upon the world,
The redblooded American tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The Orange seeks Hilary's conviction, while Chris Christie
Is full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Orange Inauguration is at hand.
The Orange Inauguration! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Fox Network
Troubles my sight: Trump Towers vomits;
A shape with golfer's body and the head of a klown,
A gaze blank and pitiless as "You're fired! "
Is moving its fat stubby grabbers, while all about it
Wind thighs of the indignant beauty queens.
The screen darkens again but now I know
That twenty months of words like farts
Have vexed to nightmare a box of Frankentrump parts,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards the Beltway to be born?