Not the Time for Discretion
At what point will somebody overcome the urge to be polite,
And bellow, "You're an idiot!" at our slow-witted president?
He says one thing and does another, boldly acts then quietly
Reverses much of what he's done. He lies whenever he is speaking.
Surely, millions understand that he's, by far, the dullest man
To occupy the Oval Office. Even Woodrow Wilson in a coma
Had more brains him, and one can foresee so much chaos,
Wars, pollution, poverty, resulting from what he is doing
Because no one wants to be described as impolite.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck

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Written on 2025-05-09 at 20:54




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