A very poor loser (poem below)

 

 

A very poor loser

 

Come November

He will be

Of course

A very poor loser

A very bad sport

A big baby

Claiming foul

Voter fraud

And theft

Throwing tantrum

After tantrum

Whining

“They cheated!”

Whinging

“It’s rigged!”

And tossing his small hands in the air

He will look for sympathy

Play the victim

And make excuses

 

“It isn’t fair!”

He will protest

Filing lawsuits

Calling out the Marines

The Navy

The Air Force

And the Coast Guard

To save him from drowning

He will drag his heels

Cling to the Oval Office

Crying out hysterically

“They stole the election!”

Asking for recounts

A second chance

And a reprieve

Flailing about

Impotently

Alone in the big White House

With Melania long gone

Until finally

Wednesday

January 20th

2021

Comes

And he goes

Out the door

Fired

Exiled

Shamed

And culpable

 

© Jamie McKenzie, all rights reserved

You will find more of my poems and songs here

and in The Storm in Its Passing and Flights of Fancy.

 

My songs are at

www.youtube.com/user/edtech2008/videos

 

Done