The Emperor
for Donald Trump
We outran you once, hid another time,
finally conceded to prayers of protection
but you came another night,
insistent on having your way--
you dress my newborn in a clashing outfit,
and I worry until I take him in my arms
and he finds my nipple, mother's milk
stronger and sweeter than your assets.
Yes, you will reign in your own way forever,
yes, you may dress us up in your fabled clothes,
but you won't be the one who feeds us.
Chase us as you may, we will always abandon you
to your towers full of money and dross,
to your fantasies of undivided attention.
updated by @stellarkatstar: 11/30/16 05:09:32AM