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Poetry by A. H. Scott
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COULD IT BE HIS KISS?
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Could it be his kiss?
Well, it sure as Hell ain’t bliss
In his squint there’s something amiss
Could it be what’s in his kiss?
Or, far worse than delusion is what we dread
Tiny hands are nothing compared to the voices inside his head
The world loves you, Donald!
No matter how vicious you are to the powerless poor
The world loves you, Donald!
With a glint in his eye, smiling budgeter Mick “The Meat Cleaver” Mulvaney slickly slices the throat
The world loves you, Donald!
Reality TV is nothin’ we’re gonna laugh at now
Omarosa is the real deal, standin’ by your side
Could it be his kiss?
Maybe like an anesthetic, his magical pucker holds followers to sway in euphoric ecstasy
Any way the wind blows, can be like the truth or lies
Blow, baby, blow!
Surprise! Surprise! Surpise!
It’s Kellyanne “The Fact Whisperer” Conway, getting ready for her expanding 15 on the fly
The world loves you, Donald!
Daily detractors have met their match in Sean “The Man Tryin’ To Keep A Straight Face” Spicer
The world loves you, Donald!
And, who could forget that man of callous cannon, Steve “The Bureaucratic Blaster” Bannon
If their minds can match, why can’t their lips?
Could it be his kiss?
Wake up, world!
That conning pie hole ain’t worth the risk
Selling wolf tickets like they’re going out of style
What’s in his kiss?
Something ever so vile
That kinda affection he’s bringin’ forth is a poisonous mile
Kiss off!
Ban this!
Piss off!
Ban that!
Grease up and pucker hard
The world loves you, Donald!
And, the world is your dance card
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Painting by Taqiy Muhammad, Copyright 2017
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About The Author: A.H. Scott is a poet based in New York City and frequent contributor to Tony Ward Studio. To read additional articles by A. H. Scott, go here: https://tonywardstudio.com/blog/h-scott-trustworthiness/