LP is suffering MP,
it is quite obvious to me.
Attacking like a desert fox
and thinking well inside the box.
Not seeing far past his own nose
he wishes for some brilliant prose.
Note:
For those who wonder and who seek
today or for the coming week,
the moments when the clouds, so bleak
float by, I wrote this, tongue-in-cheek.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem