So, he came back today
And nobody was really
Happy about it,
Although he didn’t have a clue,
So typical—only thinking
About himself and what
He needs at any particular moment—
A giant hole that craves filling
But can never get enough,
A force that sucks up all the light
And leaves everything in darkness.
The child will never recover
From you
But life goes on
Doesn’t it
Even though
They shoot horses
Don’t they
Life endures
In a manner
That is hard
To label
You have destroyed
What she believed in
You have policed her life
And the lives
Of others
You tell untruths
Fabricate
Deflect
Blame
Retract and restate
You require
Complete allegiance
While most
Never believed
Or were all deceived
You typify a
Borderline Personality
Not so complicated
After all
Just malevolent
Immoral
And self-absorbed
A true narcissist
You have devastated
What she once
Had faith in
You have regulated her vitality
Tarnished her convictions
Unfastened her life
And the lives
Of others
And you never
Express regret
Or shame
He was a brilliant man
With an IQ of 94.
He had lost most of his money
In poor business.
His college failed,
His casino failed,
His past two marriages failed,
But he was a winner.
It was in his blood to succeed.
He knew how to make America “great again.”
It wasn’t so much different than
Any other plan
Any leader had.
Only, it didn’t favor the corporations
Who were too big for America alone.
It favored his own businesses.
If he bombed China, and made the factories
Based in America, then the money would stay
On the continent.
If he threatened to bomb Mexico
If they didn’t build a great wall
For tourists
Then he would make money from
His hotels and gift shops on the border.
If he threatened South Korea
To move their manufacturing plants
To the US, then they would have to do that
At a loss.
World war three is no consequence
When failure is not an option.
After all
He is a winner.
No amount of hand sanitizer
Can create a surfeit of clean
And disguise the dying flesh
Bronzer and a comb-over
Can’t cover the decay inside
You are a very Narcissus
Papa’s little pride and joy
You’ve prove to us plebeians
Wealth doesn’t define success
Status isn’t a sign of intelligence