Kerpow!

He now lives in a battle zone of his own making.

Where truth and lies collide:  the air thick with dread, fear, old Fox Ladies
Shaking.

The storm he unleashed, with words sharp and raking:

Vermin!

The ground beneath him crumbling,

Soaked in red, his brain on Adderall baking.

But in this self-made tempest, the tiny man will crawl.

Not brought down by bullets, but by the
Ballot-ax he’ll fall.

As history watches with an
Iron gaze.

He lives now in the echoes of his own sick refrains:

A legacy of violence,

Soaked in pain, and

All this precious time we’ve wasted.

On an ancient toddler with a convicted rapist’s
Diseased-brain.

Kerpow!