Artifice, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrrs37 on Twitter)
Angler fish
Gruesome jowls
Attracts it’s minions
In the deepest bowels
The joker’s smile
It’s vile bellows
It growls and grows
The dog whistle bait
It most certainly knows
It’s a fly fisher
Living under a rock
The oceans of fascism
The bigot’s dock
Once they’re hooked
They can’t be saved
Hist third attempt
To dig us a grave
He swims under dolphins
His resort his coffin
The artifice attractive
He hopes you’re distracted
The ugliest bastard
The lowest of low
He won’t take us down
The orange clown.
(end)
I think everyone can figure out who I am saying “fuck you” to.
Brian37 AKA Brian James Rational Poet...... My Poetry 
3 responses to “Artifice”
Cleverly written, Brian. I’m taking a guess at who you are saying f*ck you to. Would it happen to be an American ‘so-called’ politician? If not, you’ll have to excuse my ignorance. Perhaps, you can fill me in.
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Have you ever heard the Eagle’s song “Hotel California”? Well try Florida and “Fleabag Mar A Lago”…….. Welcome to the fleabag Mar A Lago, such an ugly place, such an ugly place, such an orange face. Plenty of sleaze at the fleabag Mar A Lago, what big fat lies, he’s not a surprise. Catsup on the ceiling, Melania on ice, and he said, ” I like playing victim all the time”. And in the bastard’s chambers, they gathered for the feast, they kiss is ass all night, but they just cant kill the beast. Last thing they remember, they were, headed for the doors, security wouldn’t let them out to get away from the bore. “Relax said the spray on tan man, I am programed to deceive, you can kiss my orange ass any time you like, but you can never leave.
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The fucker actually is running a third time. And he announced it at his compound bone spur bed bug infested resort in Florida. The sick fuck got his security to lock the doors to the ballroom so people couldn’t leave during his speech.
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