Lies spew:
years of anger followed by
torrids of sneers and leers blasting out –
the blizzard
advances its inevitable embrace
wider and wider, deeper and deeper
piling up, a cluttered cluster of
snowflakes and grifters –
hater-faced MAGAs marching
and jeering row upon row
in crazed, fawning solidarity.
The Don whirls and howls –
his dark shadow hulking out
over the world.
© 2023, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.
