Pufferfish Poem by Doug Lane

Little Donald might have grown up
to be something
had his Klanner father
not stunted him
at every turn.

Instead he learned
to swell
his small, round, self
like a blowfish,
a porcupine fish,
a skunk fish,
in a comical attempt
to terrify his enemies.

He threatened one and all
with law suits,
used lawyers
as his bully boys,
wiped his feet,
and his behind,
with the law,
his abused plaything.

In time, the great blimp of himself
was somehow transported
to the White House,
and made Commander-in-Chief
at a dismal, sparsely attended,
inauguration.

It was always painfully clear
he was too ill, too nil,
he couldn't fill,
his new boots.

And now
as his disastrous 4 years unravel,
his office echoes and aches
with his desperate dwarfism.

He puffs himself up
bigger and bigger
with ominous, absurd, words
....and deeds.

The whole nation
braces itself
for the coming,
inevitable,
explosion.