Lockdown Diary: Day 308

I’m nearly convinced
Andy Kaufman’s greatest bit
Has been “Donald Trump.”

Lockdown Diary: Day 307

What’s the matter? Hey,
Need some happy chatter? Say,
“Trump’s last Saturday!”

I lined up my ducks
But ere I could give the word
Their blindfolds fell off

Loving what you do
Doesn’t mean it isn’t work
Just that work sucks less

That impeachment vote
Was the screen door smacking Trump’s
Large, departing rump.

With this many dogs
Cruella could sew two coats
And still spare the stars

There’s a point at which
Just paying attention takes
All I have to give

They who sowed the seeds
And nurtured them may not claim
Shock at harvest time

Trump belongs in jail.
Some of his enablers, too,
But Trump most of all.

As the Trump sun sets,
Beware: Oft, atrocious deeds
Are wrought after dark.