The poorest way to face life is to face
it with a sneer... Theodore Roosevelt
After one and a half years
in a commanding position
the elevation of the man
with the orange toupee
with bottom line
common denominator
characteristics
matching his electors'
is in full force.
What do you expect
of a nation
that admires pretty sunsets
and lonely barns
and impressed by dangling
moonlit tagalongs.
I would like to love
the simpleton
but his abbreviating spirit
amid his ego-maelstrom
stems from the discharges
of orange-dyed hair
on his white trash persona.
Will it take as long to forget
as it will be to recover.
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