I don’t care.
I know better shit ’bout me
than ever you will
and I suspect
President Trump’s that way too!
Sometimes I start stories
about who some suppose
is a fictional J Kirk,
and now mom-n-dad’s
safely – and so-far quietly –
I share what my new sisters
say shocks them to the core(s).
My brothers’ wives are not pleased,
so I suspect my brothers too.
Well, howdy do! How ’bout you?
To me theyre sugar and pepper
to salt life’s long stew.
And I make sure to nod knowingly
the lies soon I will spin about me
are ‘bellishments no more
though sometimes less as I spread
sunward my anti-photonic praise
of diems done carped and hewers done wood
(or wooed or even trued).
So, Donnie Boy, muster that hair
and cut your clown parade each day
to but a two-ring circus every other
something to say and watch the press
wormlike stare into itself and your two
spokes-targets will get some deserved
time off the stupid stand where their
“bettors” line up to place their lies.