THE DAYS OF TRUMP #13 - JARED

(13)  JARED

Well, Jared,

there you are

and there it is

the face that launched

a thousand lies.

Bonesaws in your eyes.

Jared,

baby rats are cute,

you would be too,

but you’re hardening.

Your normal half-smirk

has evened out, and

your skull is starting to show –

you’re becoming your own death mask.

Ah, Jared,

it was bound to happen,

money and leisure soften

money and murder

don’t.

RW
12.11.2018

(Yer hangin' with a bad crowd, bubalah)