Commander In Chief On His High Horse Haint Budge'n Poem by Matthew Harris

American democracy go'n
to hell at light speed
breaking into a bajillion pieces
tuffet in a handbasket
sans, lame leader:
ship (of motley fools)doth reed
like art art of the deal
gone to the straw dogs,

warren like rabbits they breed
hoppy to curry bone
a fide dirty deed
done dirt cheap selling out
land of milk and honey creed
dough, now wracked with
dissent hair re:
puffed, faked, and dyed golden

locks trademark heed
don his "make America
great again" schtick exceed
ding the speed
of orneriness establishing
mean mien,
where uncouth freed

from being caged within
the restraint of politesse,
thus blithely flagrantly,
and nonchalantly
highjacking manners indeed
setting crude behavior
as class act
to emulate, cuz weed

don't got no need
tubby stately, neither true
equality, fairness, generosity,
most likely teed
trump to spout blatant lies,
when first moment
grabbed narcissistic greed

complacency could
find himself anointing
himself dictator lead
ding this country into behavioral sink,
a through back to mead:
evil knights of yore.