Nessie
Donald lurks in murky shoals
of America’s opaque Fox-fed hate.
Circling, circling. not abandoned
by the Father of Lies, but chosen, like Hitler.
Maybe you think America dodged a bullet,
but what’s the line in Vegas?
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Past (and present) monster, below the surface
I worry about a refined version of the same old tool.
How I wish this poem was pure fiction, written only for a summer read. You have collected together just the right number of words to scare the @#$#@#out of us, if we would but just open our eyes and see.
Yikes.
how clever, your allusion to the sea monster in title and throughout
The threat is palpable