Twitless

Trump without his Twitter’s like a bird that’s lost its wing
So don’t let Fox convince you that the loss has made him sing
The crap filling his stable brain he now cannot convey
In daily tweet storms to his mob to send them on their way

Fox will tell you he feels relief but between you and me

He’s frantic to resume again his daily tweetery.

Fox says his messages he now will carefully control

And does not mind losing his means to be his country’s troll

Baloney, he is going nuts, all he can do each day

Is drive next door to his golf course and another round play

While his brain fills with tweet snippets that it cannot release

And banned for life from Twitter means their number will increase.

Here’s hoping is brain gets so full from its tweet overload

It’s lack of release makes his orange head swell and explode

And then instead of hundreds of tweets it released each day

It will distribute its stored tweets in bloody shreds of grey

But that is only wishful thinking on this poet’s part

He’s sure to find an alternate way to let his brain fart.

16 February 2021

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