Poem -

C. Cure T. Clarence

C. Cure T. Clarence

Been making, (sans
daily) regular appearance
in the news oval
hate gambling arrogance

vis a vis spewing,
shouting, and scathing rabidly
foaming explosive clap
trap in ascendance,

asserting how incredibly
tremendous collusion between
CIA, FBI and media
(must warrants revocation,

hence heroic intervention,
and emergency dis
Pence sing balance
of security fabled

clearances Aesop - Asap)
hounds engaged "brilliance"
in (community) chance
of making an very

usual fool of himself,
viz the "FAKE"
trumpeting dapper Don
expostulating the latest ploy,

raging against the machine
i.e. entire popular culture
will get their comeuppance
being so freely outspoken,

a disgraceful unconstitutional defiance
which oh press
sieve act of deviance
spluttered, thus an extreme

measure to clamp down
on all news outlets,
and immediate disappearance
all the while poor

Melania stoically, objectionably
and lamentably stands
right alongside him,
(nonetheless nonverbally

metaphorically exhibiting
vitriolic livid rage)
as he rancorously spouts
(ala VERY) convincing impression

of la va reenactment qua,
Krakatoa volcanic disturbance
lambasting utter disgraceful disservice
(foxy Dis Putin

commercial stations construe, conspire,
conjure egregious collusion
outlets asper dominance
a pugilistic ringside fan loathsomely

(re: scowling non verbally),
wherein pejorative spectators whether
(moral less minority, and/or
majority whips lashing) weather being

subsequently splashed by
LXXII spittle aged
perspiring ogre) with exuberance
(like some voodoo freelance

sing hexed indigo gurl goo goo doll,
a villainous venal mummified
rattle trap declaring forbiddance
from this moment forward grievance

fomented by via triple threat
to American democracy
sans, intransigence, insouciance, ignorance,
thus taking recourse upon the heads

of "stupid" journalists forcing hand
toward "losers" who spread lies,
hence president signs issuance
analogous to lance

sing (via strong trumpeting arm),
a yuge bigly boil saying believe me
(meaning him - moron in chief)
asseverating the congressional,

global, and orbital
bulwark acting with noncompliance
necessitating entire military
industrial complex arsenal

heavily reinforced (at
the expense of every social,
governmental, environmental, etc cetera
to manage unruly populace
with mandatory diktat decreeing obeisance
with non dodging demagoguery

huff ford ding auto-da-fé fiat ordinance
this platform to guarantee overdominance,
when November 2020 election
for forty sixth president
takes place with poignance!
 

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