Trenz Pruca

The Great Debate.

No President stood upon that stage
nor someone of an adult’s age
but a loathsome and petulant child.
with mouth not pants defiled.

 

Biden then boxed his ear,
and said “I’m not here
to call him a liar.”
“Everyone already knows
he is a liar”.
And with that, I happily close.

Comments6

  • Joe Dawson

    You capture the thoughts of many very well indeed. Joe

    • Trenz Pruca

      Thank you. Petulance is abhorrent no matter its politics or purpose.

    • Doggerel Dave

      Thanks for that,Trenz - let's hope there's enough folks prepared to 'happily close' him for good.....Although you do realise, I'm sure, that he's not the real problem - just the puss on top of the carbuncle.

      • Trenz Pruca

        Sometime just clearing out the pus cures you. Thank you.

      • Michael Edwards

        Well said - words fail me when trying to describe him. I am totally baffled by the narrow minded red-knecked gullibility of those who fawn over him but nuff said.

        • Trenz Pruca

          Ahh, sometimes some of us fall in love with someone we shouldn't. I've had dealings with him long before he decided to run. Even then, he was a failed businessman desperate for Russian investor help who burned all those who trusted him.

        • Goldfinch60

          How he was ever voted into office amazes me, he is such a lying idiot who would be better employed as a clown in a circus!

          Andy

        • Romantic Bloom

          I read an internet article, that had a tally on the amount of lies he told, every time he said something, a new lie sputtered,

          Take care

          • Trenz Pruca

            Thank you. In my own experience with him, thankfully on the opposite side from him, there was no lie so farfetched that he would not use it if he thought it would help him.

          • L. B. Mek

            what an acute portrait you have penned in that first stanza, would be funny: if not such a sobering reflection of reality



          To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.