day FIVE HUNDRED and TWENTY THREE

SOME QUESTIONS ABOUT TRUMP

When he stands alone,
if he ever does,
before the maid comes in,
or his aide brings in
his files of morning flattery,
if he ever looks
at his ageing body,
at the shriveled prick
beneath his bulging belly,
does he ever want
to put an end to it
with a pistol
from his gun nut sponsors?
Does he weep a little
and then sniff and straighten?
Does being the president
of the richest nation,
with the biggest army
on the planet
make him less afraid
that he’s a worthless shit?
And that every new day
reinforces it?

--Bruce Hodder