When down in the gutter,
There’s no time to stutter.
He feigns a proud strutter.
His nonsense is utter.
“I’m strong!” He screams weak.
His pants show a leak.
We don’t get a peek.
He struts like a sheik.
He plucks on the strings;
Of hatred he sings.
He crushes the wings.
Division he brings.
He sucks on men’s souls.
He states no good goals.
He’s as wobbly as foals.
His “logic” has holes.
He dwells in folks’ necks.
Our nation he wrecks.
All hands on the decks!
To stop Putin’s hex.
Or things won’t end well.
In slavery we’ll dwell.
No Liberty Bell
Rings inside of hell.
Essays on America: The Stopping Rule
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