This is how I see Trump
His hair was a lobster pot of his ambitions
false, as his plastic talents
which shook the world
his self-interest dangerous.
His morals frayed lace.
His bluster a whirl wind of lies.
His soul a Dorian Grey picture.
His swagger built from the pain of others,
women a footstool for his smirk,
his body a repulsive slug,
oozing and grasping.
Sympathy like a Rottweiler on heat,
Empathy smaller than a gnat
known only for its bite and itch.
Trump a blimp swayed only
by the winds of self-promotion and advantage.
A presidency built on false news
in a white house of Post Truth-ism
a corruption at the heart of government.
A proud boy indeed!