Crescent moon on the white house next to a dim star…
It was once somewhat functional as a workplace.
It’s a place for first family to clear their bowels.
In that difficult process, they often wear scowls.
The ill-tempered, mad tenant will surely debase
Any space he inhabits both here and afar.
The big swamp that was spoken of has grown in size.
Underneath the foundation, there’s not enough room.
So, the crap has no place to go but right inside
Where it stinks to high Russia who snickers in pride.
Who would give them the go ahead to usher doom
To our way of democracy? Is the man wise?
Add a tour at the outhouse to your resume.
At some federal prison you’ll find proper work.
It’s a shithole already. You can’t make it one.
You’re about to be busted, you son of a gun!
At your next job, you will have no reason to smirk.
Crowds will cheer on the day when you are locked away.