Facebook asks “What’s on your mind?”
Well don’t look too hard at what you might find…
My thoughts and dreams
Are not so serene
There’s room for my head under Bob’s guillotine
At a loss for words to express my disgust
Feeling I’m merely a quintessence of dust
For my loathing of Trump, while feeling perplexed
I had earlier to quote a Shakespearian Text
But now I’ll openly speak my own truth
This is what I have to say
When the ice cream which they have waited for melts
Is when the band can begin to play