Quiet Nomore

Dear Little Leader, 

You may be good for nothing

No wisdom found in you

You may be most unkind

And deplorably deficient

You cloak yourself in hypocrisy

Love of the neighbor is anathema

Claim the face of law and order

Grab the ladies by the unspeakables

Still we thank you:

                       for bigly 

                       for yuuge

Never mind your ineptitude

And vendetta against intellect

Gratitude for the demise of decency

And the erosion of rights

We the People

Shall withdraw into quiet repose

As you witlessly wittle away

At the last bastion of reason

No.

Not. 

Never!