Worse than the Worst

My current fear is not what he
Will do or won’t. Knows not himself.
An addlebrained mentality
Betrays a self-deluded elf
Whose looking glass reflects pastiche,
Those indie picks without a lease.

Connected billionaires who choose
To stoke the nation’s power grid
With fossil fuels though these infuse
An atmosphere that, God forbid,
Will melt the polar ice and drown
Their seaside manses’ faux renown.

Or Wall Street chiefs, whom he decried,
To crowds as pals of Hillary’s.
But having won and let fans slide
His fat-cat friends do as they please.
Prohibit banks from trading stocks?
Digress so far outside the box?

So, insurrection might ring true
Consider what might boomerang

If one day without much to do

He thinks it fun to nuke Pyongyang,

Hey, you who’s carrying the code . . .

Instead the bearer hits the road.

With luck, though, it won’t come to that.

Republicans have more and more
Agreed that they cannot stand pat

And watch what lucid Yanks abhor:

A madman who’s incapable.

Impeachment’s not impossible.

I hope so for my greatest fear

Is whether out there someone roams–

One of those countless who adhere

To newfound animus that foams                              

An overwhelming sense of hate

And pressure to assassinate.