I’m blocked by blatant blasphemies.
His dictator film fantasies.
He should have to pay disaster fees.
He tears the mask off,
with no breath to cough.
This movie must come to its end.
America is not his friend.
He’s got mutilation to spend.
And it’s never too late
to manipulate hate.
Anyone living inside
could be his diseased droplets bride.
A beautiful marriage,
and the wedding carriage
will drop you graveside when you’ve died.