Title: No Amnesty/Nasty Omen/Many Notes Fandom: Original Political Poetry
Author: Hyperfocused
Characters/Pairing: Does Trump f@cking over the country count?
Rating: T-PG for Trump:Pretty Gross (as opposed to Paul Gross, \🤓/who is just pretty.)
Challenge: Amnesty (+27 bolded)
Length: 163 words
Content Notes: none
Author's Note: Another installment in my quest to write for every challenge theme
Summary: Just a bit of bitter verse, in honor horror of someone who couldn't be worse.
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Pictures of Sea Life, choked by oil and plastic.
The Amazon Burning, Not the Kindle, real. Drastic.
Fast-Forward, Trump's future: shouldn't look Fancy,
Arithmetic's prediction there's some small chance he
Will end up in Stripes, or orange, Locked, in a cell.
Chemistry with dictators the main cause of this hell.
His Unidentified Object, let's call it truth.
By Refusing to choose him, in the voting booth.
I'd Wager, who wants to throw the first Punch in?
(Not fists, but Kool-Aid served at each MAGA luncheon.)
The nuclear clock must be nigh upon Midnight,
He'll sell them, and the country, to whoever bids right.
Dancing with the Czars, and "good" Nazis,  his Flavor
United at death God's Scales not in his favor.
The End of the World, our Fears leave us Sleepless,
Or Floating in dreams where our "Presiduh" creeps less.
. The Thief (in Chief) should've stuck with "The Art of the Deal.
(Though it might be worse to have Pence Take the Wheel.)