so there comes this day
when Trump, all the shame
of what he is
somehow settling in him,
jumps
and the press are there
and the right wing dicks are there
and we are all there
and he jumps
but it's not like
the arc of some graceful bird
because halfway down he gets stuck, impaled
on a flagpole
or some other protuberance
and he wriggles there
and slowly dies
and his blood runs down the side of the building
in a big dark streak
and afterwards we walk home
wondering how long
they'll leave him up there turning black
having his eyes pecked out
by any starlings that happen by
and wish to consume
today's fake views
.
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