Resultant of a string of insights, which managed to slip into
Post 1467 P, overnight, I respect my processor for coming up with
A creative approach to express my sense of outrage, which
For the most part, has remained suppressed behind
My well practiced line of self control, and if you ask me to
Spell out the main source of my anger, I'd say: T-R-U-M-P
Why? Because of the deplorable underbelly of
Mean spirited attitudes, which have been unleashed to run wild in
The streets ever since The Donald's supporters began to rally round
The soapbox upon which stands a commander-and-chief whose
Insulting rants, body language and facial expressions model such
Despicable emotional reactiveness as to grow more deplorable than
My processor can stomach and thus do I switch channels as soon as
His presence appears on the TV ... and each time
Our First Lady comes to mind, I can't help but contemplate
The sadness that lurks behind her dispirited smiles, which
Makes me wonder if, on the other side of Melania's wall of denial
Her defense system chose cyber bullying as her personal cause in hopes of
Indirectly shining irony's spotlight upon the man whom she'd vowed to
Have and to hold through (thick and thin—think thick-headed, thinly masked
Deeply insulting, insecure rants) though when push came to shove
We watched her hand refuse to hold his ... and now that
Today's train of thought has served to satisfy my processor's need to
Release inner tension by venting pent up frustration, all I have left to say is ...
Alas! Serenity! Wherefore art thou?
PS
I can't wait for the divorce
Think not Melania and The Donald
Think The Donald and the dignity of The Oval Office
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