Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Haunted by hate of your president, you froth as you rage like a demon; setting a dangerous precedent urged on by the likes of Don Lemon. Your sinister soul is now evident and the hatred you spew is obscene. You have swilled, with the thirst of a malcontent vicious words from the well of Maxine. You're possessed now by hate of your president, while the minions are taken to task; you dismiss every mob as a non-event— but we see you behind the dark mask.
0
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 9:01 AM UTC
T.D.S. Masquerade
Haunted by hate of your president, you froth as you rage like a demon; setting a dangerous precedent urged on by the likes of Don Lemon. Your sinister soul is now evident and the hatred you spew is obscene. You have swilled, with the thirst of a malcontent vicious words from the well of Maxine. You're possessed now by hate of your president, while the minions are taken to task; you dismiss every mob as a non-event— but we see you behind the dark mask.
Trump Derangement Syndrome (T.D.S.) is reaching unpresidented levels in the U.S.A. Will it be a trick or a treat for All Hallows Even?
connecthook
Written by
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 9:01 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem