The Political Antichrist

I found the perfect cap for Trump's ass.
It's a POEM called The Political Antichrist
and it goes a lil something like this:

The Political Antichrist

Trump's rump is flat and mean
so, so small we've never seen
something so tall and yet so low
it's almost like he's standing far below.

A pretender to courage
yet a hot hat at all times
swayed by every crowd
especially those in his mind.

His punishing breath
he breathed for a time
BUT NO LONGER SHALL HE STAND
with us all in line.

His tortured, old blood
deprivation and fear,
rejection and venom,
will no longer be here.

Trump's rump stole our balance
with an illusion of light,
dark but buffoonish,
he’s too stupid to fight.

His "care" of us as Americans
reflects his own needs
not ours or our allies
or in any way the good seeds

Required of leaders
to grow proud and tall
and in the Presidential mirror
to account for us all.

The "man's" wicked and depraved
never sharing or leading or learning or caring 

or listening 

or being

anything but vindictive
whiny
and child-like.

He demands only, projects only,
attacks and brands
both himself and his enemies
at his will and command.

Where truth and love have no meaning
cash and worldly pleasure take all,
this unstable, dishonest, crisis of a "person"
shall bring about his own downfall.

With 2238 tweets his very first year
and 239 executive vacancies too
too much is never enough
for Putin's dupe: you know who.

Dysfunction and discord
follow him like a storm of foul feet
as he kisses your eyes
and lulls you to sleep.

But like the antichrist he is
he takes his own sin
and makes us pay for it all
SO LET'S MURDER HIM.

Take him down,
down,
down,
below the lowest of Hells,
back where he became
the Demon
he sells.

- A Horsetail Whip