Why deteste from afar when you can loathe closer?
Every trait you love to hate will be much grosser.
Titan’s of industry at the Resolute Desk.
Speaking for the figurehead…puppetry grotesque.
Hands go up his ass, ‘neath cover of kissing feet.
His soul’s cleared out; he’s just manipulated meat.
Subsidized Affluence has gone on far too long.
They’ve propped up a strongman…their choice is clearly wrong.
If my words cause my demise, I’ll know I was right.
‘Cause I’d not willingly be silent for this fight.
L.B.Stowe 