One Hundred Fifty-Fourth Entry, Coronavirus Poetry Diary
an entry, which mysteriously disappeared two months ago and was discovered early this morning by my drunken Muse 😁, written for a History-Making Loser, Donald Trump
the Press Secretary
responding to questions...
the Energizer bunny
thumps its relentless drum
across the screen of my mind
After his three-night hospital stay, the President removes his face mask upon arrival at a White House balcony. He waves, gives a thumbs-up and poses for pictures. He then turns to walk inside, the mask still in his pocket.
The cover of Time magazine features the red clouds of coronavirus spewing from the White House, now the center of an outbreak. These thick clouds even obscure the Time logo.
FYI: CBC News, Dec.15: No one has lost quite like Donald Trump in nearly 150 years
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem