each and every time he speaks.

I have suspicion a tiny furrier

lives inside the hollow ‘tween his septum and his cheeks.

The way he stands has been explained

as a man who wears back braces and Depends.

No empathy. The man is pained.

But he’s leaking shit, it seems, from every end.

Won’t wear a mask when he is asked.

No rule has ever kept him off his path.

He goes about the things he’s tasked.

Don’t even want to think about his bath.

The way he reads, like a fourth grader,

reading from his book report on scams,

makes handlers note, a little later,

up his Adderall a couple grams.

And one last thing, his shoe inserts,

there to make him think that he is tall,

another reason he stays inert,

’cause one false step, the Orange Man will fall.