He wandered into a fantasy of the prairie,
\na silver spoon child with such a cute scowl.
\nHe was going to be a cowboy, a spaceman,
\na pirate. Pirate was in his genes.
\nHe won all the Monopoly games because
\nhis crying and tantrums made other options
\nmuch too painful for the players involved.
\nHe said, "Big blocks good." He loved adjectives.
\nHe would mumble, "Pretty, pretty," as he
\nstroked the skin of thin young women.
\nHe had trouble reading and cheated at math.
\nHe had no friends and he scared his enemies.
\nHe bullied and lied his way into power.
\nHis handlers claimed his tantrums
\nmade him more interesting and ‘real.’
\nHe pulled many strings and broke promises.
\nAnd yet his hangers-on hung on.
\nHe was orange. He was red. He was fuzzy.
\nHe was a muppet in wolf’s clothing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"