Degenerate, animal, “ho”
A vermin, a thug, sleepy Joe
A racist sick man
A spastic newsman
A con job, a crazy RINO
A peekaboo, crooked and slow
A slimeball, a shifty psycho
“May you rot in hell”
Oh, you are not well
Pencil-neck, birdbrain and slow
Poisonous, crooked, sick man
Lyin’, deranged, rocket man
Angry and little
How he does belittle
To make himself feel like a man
I, for one, long for the days
When name-calling was not OK
When a policy feud
Was not always rude
Discourse was civil always
The GOP has lost its way
As they let their chief get away
With conduct unchecked
But I do suspect
For this they will soon rue the day
Ms. Jenny is a retired aviation executive. She spent much of her career bringing disparate groups together to forge consensus on some of the toughest issues separating them. She is motivated by any opportunity to make a positive difference in the world. Her passion for addressing the needs of less fortunate has driven her retirement life. Her poetry is aimed at shining the light on and refuting lies, giving voice the vulnerable among us, and forging a strong and sustaining resistance to the attempted unraveling of our democracy. She holds an MS in Computer Science and an AB in Sociology.
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