Four hundred thousand Covid dead.
\nAnd DT’s packing up instead.
\nHe doesn’t give a fuck for suckers out of luck,
\nas long as he winds up, somehow, ahead.
\nTomorrow he will fly his family south
\nto be his party’s claws, if not its mouth;
\nwhere he can yell, “You’re fired!” to elderly retired
\nin the sunny land where marks are routh.
\nHe still won’t admit ‘Sleepy’ took the wheel.
\nIn his trapped mind, election was a steal.
\nHe is the rightful ruler, and nothing could be crueler
\nthan claiming his landslide was not for real.
\nHe’s got four years to shape himself anew,
\nto get back at those reds who turned him blue.
\nWith Georgia on his mind, his rage will make him blind.
\nHe’ll fume and gloom in failed dictator stew.
\nHe’ll gather at his side remaining goons,
\nthe kinds of folk who’d steal the White House spoons.
\nMay all his future days be festooned with sting rays.
\nAnd may he not be seen for many moons.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"