Thank the Lord for a fool not the next ****** in our midst though his followers would like this the rest of us are too blessed "return the whites to power's seat" say the alts on the right hoisting him on their shoulders only to realize he is a hoax.
Religion could take the stage center to all that's said if money were not the crux of that ego's need to rule the world homage is paid to holy men or those who would like to rule by the staff of dogma's breath that path is blocked by power's dupe.
To be right is all that counts apologies are the loser's fall instead his road is to the sun Icarus warns of consequence the one trick pony with his Justice nothing more can come of this when the stench of failure spreads the tumble will shake the land.
Caution is for lesser men art of the deal is his path most will lose for one to win pray the world pays due heed in the end my hope is this that the fool remains himself wanting more than he will have while the true power is denied.
The Planet P song "My Radio Talks To Me" prompted me to write the poem "A Fool". The song features the voice of ****** berating his country to action. I feel relief that our 45th has not (yet, hopefully never) realized the dreams of his alt-right supporters. While a conservative Supreme Court Justice has been put in place, the dominionist longings of the uber-evangelical are doomed to failure (for now). These sentiments are the focus of my poem.