A very poor loser

Come November
He will be
Of course
A very poor loser
A very bad sport
A big baby
Claiming foul
Voter fraud
And theft
Throwing tantrum
After tantrum
Whining
“They cheated!”
Whinging
“It’s rigged!”
And tossing his small hands in the air
He will look for sympathy
Play the victim
And make excuses

“It isn’t fair!”
He will protest
Filing lawsuits
Calling out the Marines
The Navy
The Air Force
And the Coast Guard
To save him from drowning
He will drag his heels
Cling to the Oval Office
Crying out hysterically
“They stole the election!”
Asking for recounts
A second chance
And a reprieve
Flailing about
Impotently
Alone in the big White House
With Melania long gone
Until finally
Wednesday
January 20th
2021
Comes
And he goes
Out the door
Fired
Exiled
Shamed
And culpable








A very poor loser  (poem below)
























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