Rule by Tweetcree

Seek

Clanking keyboards with his butt

Tweeting fiendish bile on his foes

Not a tweet of love, none of joy

Relishing misery rained on souls

Till the farts come home to roost

 

Sparing none in his path, with creatures on the run

Seen as threats to his might, orange is his skull

Makes them feel his wrath, with dread and horror

Clear as day turns to night, nights petrified by the coming day

Happy to ride the warpath, to keep rivals in check

 

Covfefe’s the way, out of my way

My way or the highway

My felons can vote, yours no way

My cronies can kill, yours only bray

As you watch me unleash the fray

 

Nothing like my loins, executive they be

Just ask the ladies, they’ll tell with glee

Buddies too, love them soft ‘n young

Oiling their wares, thrilled by orgies

Join the club, ye millionaires ‘n royalty

 

No shitholes up here, continental size down there

Send them home, to their gutters, trash ‘n bushes

Apes, Ronald once said, Rat-filled Donald now says

Citizens unequal, arm them all, death’s the norm

Christ’s my savior, how ‘bout you?

 

Mad fingers on the nuke switch, craving more, ditch peace

Dance to my tune, or starve ‘em with dollar droughts

Screaming children our media will mute, dying sick, our press doth hide

Folks at home fixed in their couches, like couch potatoes, numb

To the misery rained on the faceless, nameless, voiceless, hopeless

 

Howling justice, democracy, universal rights

Ignorant of the woes of those without might

Power charms money, as eggs do snakes

Give me war, death merchants to enrich

Peace’s worthless, yearned by chickens

 

Love’s for the idle

Hate’s the key

Send them home

Leave us free

To tweet ‘em dead.

 

 

© Alwi Shatry, All Rights Reserved.

August 6, 2019.

  • Author: Seek (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 5th, 2019 23:22
  • Category: Sociopolitical
  • Views: 27
  • Users favorite of this poem: poetboy123
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  • dusk arising

    Years of USA politics home and overseas condensed into poetic irony and blossoming in contemporary Mr cartoon Donald.
    What fruits shall we harvest?

  • dusk arising

    Years of USA politics home and overseas condensed into poetic irony and blossoming in contemporary Mr cartoon Donald.
    What fruits shall we harvest?

    • Seek

      2020 may be the year we will know what fruits we will harvest.

    • poetboy123

      Amazingly, somehow you've managed to capture the ramblings of raving old fool perfectly! Brilliant piece, I loved every second of it.

      • Seek

        And that coming from you means a lot to me. Thanks for taking time to read and comment.



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