With King Con back in his
Mara-a-Lago manse with
its sycophantic members
and his criminal kin, with
the stench of the swamp
that has stunk up our capitol
now firmly ensconced ‘neath
the palm tress in Palm Beach,
let’s pour out the Prosecco,
and toast President Biden,
who along with VP Harris
and a coterie in Congress needs
to do something stunning to
keep Covid from overrunning
our cities and our states who
were abandoned to their fates
by an orange headed clown,
who let our nation down,
who let so many die, because
he didn’t try to martial our
nation’s might, against the
pandemic’s blight, playing
golf instead, playing with
our heads, but let’s not lose
ourselves in tears, rebound
from a terrible four years of
Twitter, Trump, and crazy fears
that our country would not last,
that fascists would amass,
lead our nation to bypass  
the norms and laws that have
kept us free and preserved our
beloved democracy, but the
danger is not gone, and if this
nation is to carry on, we must
stand up and not cower,
support those who are
in power.