malignant politicians poems

Tests Masks Gloves | Stan Morrison

I’m a self-starting engine
But I’m running on empty
Gasping for some fumes
Solitary without a choice
Sentenced to house arrest
Isolated with no helping hand

With a sociopath in charge
Incompetence is his recipe
Brewing malignant neglect
Extended to those suffering
With greed the sole ingredient
Thin the herd-rule the world

I postulate that I still can believe

Potus | Stan Morrison

you are just some highway billboard
a colorful slick message of evil intent
around back only tall grass and weeds

you’re some horse-mounted statue
an enormous hollow bronze figure

in truth your are malignantly incompetent
you are ever so shockingly irretrievable
that finally no one can believe the opposite

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