Mr. America

Written for:  Sunday Whirl, Wordle #429

Words:  thick, champ, rights, true, milk, marching, card, luscious, like, brew, salty, millennials

What a card! His face
looks like color of milk.
Thick around middle,
dense around brain, luscious
orange hair, too thin
for clown status. Must be
the salt diet. He marches
off an airplane like a true
champ. Then the whining
begins. ‘I should make
the press illegal. They have
no rights anyway, only lefts.
Get it? Something is brewing
with those millennials. I mean
really, you’re going to vote
for Bernie? Remember, No
Collusion, No Quid Pro Quo,
No Impeachment. No more

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to Mr. America

  1. oldegg says:

    How sad it is that politics in the US is impacting of every other nation and getting everyone nervous once again. Foreign politicians must be wondering whether to ignore him or suck up to him.


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