Would-be Dictator, a Reptile-like Surinam Toad
The President begins to sip his tea.
He holds the cup, not daintily. His firm
Two fingers grip the handle. His decree
Has just been tweeted. Those who start to squirm
Are not considered. Gazing out beyond
The roses in the garden he does not
Take notice of them. He does not respond
To petals. He begins another plot
To harm his enemies. He’d like the thorns
If he could use them in his brutal dreams.
His hair is blond and set to hide his horns.
It’s also set to hide those brutal schemes.
..His ugliness, immense, is like a toad
….Beneath the blooms. Viciousness is his code.
