It’s hard to know how the country
Survived having to spend
A four-year term with 45.
I thought it would never end.
Four long years of scandals;
Fours years of anguish and grief;
Four long years of fatuous tweets,
With little if any relief.
Four long years of a slogan
To make America great.
And yet the president seemed much more
Preoccupied with hate.
Four long years of hearing
Constant words of praise
For Vladimir Putin and other strongmen
And their autocratic ways.
Four long years of watching
His sycophants kiss his rear
And be afraid to tell him what
He didn’t want to hear.
Four long years of lies.
The number hasn’t been topped.
And though he is out of the White House now,
His lying hasn’t stopped.
Four long years of observing
Extremists in his base
Become so extremely emboldened that
An insurrection took place.
Four long years of feeling
As though we were swimming with sharks,
For he loved tearing people apart
With his nasty remarks.
For four long years we heard
Constant “alternative facts,”
For one of his guiding principles is
Anything that distracts.
Four long years of our lives—
Unrecoverable time.
If voters decide to give him four more,
THAT will be a crime.
-by Bob B (8-3-21)
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