Earth nameless stumbles into human form,
a suit derides in mealy pleats;
the phaeton drops them at the curb,
his cape over his klannish sheets;
Dim don treads, alligator shoe-horned,
toward his minaret of unflinching greed;
composure escapes him, a raped morn,
liberty lady ravaged need not plead.
The vouch of slime undoes his tongue,
all fair and noble creature recoil;
rather air or water to quench his lust,
don's bearings gurgle Oil.
Land promises, evict the rotten mane
of Tyrant's Tirades and more of the Same.
12-14-17
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