July 24, 2024 | by Eriс
Mob Rules
The claim to throne is abdicated
In sheepish, quiet, faceless manner
The revelation letter-stated
By nameless, faceless event planner
With signature unlike the other
Plain paper didn’t say “White House”
No press-room statement, it was smothered
He slinked away, as scared mouse
They didn’t ask for his opinion
T’was not important at the end
One Joseph Biden, just a minion
To mob he failed to defend
He ran his course, no longer useful
To former friends, cohorts and mates
Was told to go and shut his mouth
The President of the United States
July 23, 2024
July 14, 2024 | by Eriс
Trump
Pray for the President, injured – not dead
Missing the bullet by turning his head
Country in shock, brought about by division
Left vs. right in a deadly collision
Called him “a Nazi, a demon and liar”
“Hitler and fascist”, with pitch running higher
“Menace, dictator, child rapist and fraud”
Networks TV and their talking heads squad
Sowing much anger and hate, at the root
Loading ammo for someone to shoot
Sadness, but jokes are so shamelessly spread
Much to be learned in the time ahead
“Fight for the country”, clenched fist on the screen
Agents, Old Glory, historical scene
Smears of blood, yet no fear one bit
Looks like a man who is angry and fit
Jolts undecided, decided – compelled
President T-R-U-M-P is how name is spelled
Don’t let them do it, the criminal gang
Vote in November and see them defanged
July 14, 2024