My poems

A rather satirical poem

That buffoon of a man

hope, he'll be damn

An idiotic wastrel

with nothing but facial

facades

An insect, he is

nothing but a coward

for that he is

with a mouth louder

than his head

If he even has one

Nothing good of him

not even close to the brim

Expect nothing in return

he's lesser than a fern

a promise he can't keep

he'll make you weep

Wait when he's in hell

it'll ring like a bell

and I'll be there waving without a care