On Twitter, late at night, you're a big tough guy
calling people out and spitting in their eyes.
But in the real world - you blubber and you blunder,
like inside your head there's a fire in the dumpster.
Your call to drink Lysol was a typical, deadly, Trump proffer -
your handling of the pandemic an incompetent slaughter.
In the face of unrest you pour fuel on the fire -
a dead BLACK man? You're a trouble amplifier.
Texting on Twitter you're a liar and a punk -
when trouble breaks out, you hunker in a bunker.
You're America's undertaker, our commander-and-thief -
a living, breathing catastrophe - leading America disastrously.
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Never have so many things in our country stunk! You present the truth cleverly, maybe too intelligently, for so many don't even care or understand what is going on! As if they lived, Elsewhere. Best presentation of individual and group psychosis, affecting many in social and cyber media today!