The circus is here For all of America and the world to experience. Hats off to you, Mr. Clown Seated in the Oval Office, Juggling our country As if it is a toy for your own amusement Dropping balls everywhere. You sit there with arms crossed, Your pockets full Your heart depleted. Rich in dollars Poor in spirit. You are the fool Ready to jump from cliff to cliff Taking our country with you, Never looking back To see the sewage you leave In your muddy tracks. You are the itching powder That gives our country a scaly rash. You are orange dye In a well-preserved tube of poison Ingested by fools Rejected by those with common sense. You pretend to love women Secretly fearing them Knowing that if it weren’t for a woman You would not be here. You, the all-powerful king would not exist If it weren’t for a woman. So, you must show them who is boss Because you are so damn afraid of them, Of your own loss of control. You fill up your angry gut With know-it-all tactics And then you crap all over the sick With your insurance plan for the rich. You knock down people with preexisting conditions, People that can’t afford a bottle of Insulin, Heart surgery, Cancer medication. You knock down babies and children Diagnosed with lifelong illnesses They fall prey to your ugly world of disillusionment. You help the insurance companies Handing them a free pass, a pass that lets people die If their wallet isn’t deep enough. You just nod in approval As the large companies thrive Murdering the sick with their indifference. You know nothing about people The people who make up this world The people who count And you blame everybody but yourself. You bathe daily in your power Yet you leave such a stench An odor of greed, Obnoxiousness, Racism and Homophobia. You drip profusely with your own self-importance As you clumsily trip over your giant orange ego As it follows you everywhere From tweet to tweet From fiasco to fiasco. You leave the public with jaws wide open The White House becomes an unprofessional screening For your larger-than-life Reality TV show As you continually play games with our country and world. We chuckle at the daily puppet show At your do-gooders and cabinet members, As they are dragged across the floor Right into your madness Hanging on for dear life To your fickle coattails. We watch daily As you slowly implode from the inside out Your ice-cold exterior doing little to reassure us That you are not simply insane. 2017 Stacey Handler