NON-DISCLAIMER: This is a work of poetry; as such, it is the product of the author's imagination, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is definitely not coincidental in any way, shape, or form. On the contrary, it is clearly intended to enlighten the reader as to the character of the splashy, hubris-filled blowhard now playing hack actor playing at playing the role of the most powerful man in the world—a part soon to be assumed and straightaway transmogrified into a bit player’s nightmare by a most desperately driven, artful director called Nemesis.
You could tell how
Hot you were from how
Much fake precipitation dripped
From your forehead
As you manipulated your way
Up Broadway to no end—what
A farce, my no longer cool friend!
No more easily anticipated
Big splash round the bend,
Only just too much
No sweat vaporized
In the sweltering end.
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