Mother Goose-Gas

Nikki Haley, big on talk
shook her UN tomahawk
War-path armchair quarterback,
she gave our world a gas-attack.

Repent for all the lies you’ve told;
the lap-dog narrative waxes old.
Your leash needs tightened. Down, girl. SIT.
You’re locked and loaded (full of shit).
Go beat your war-drum to the chief;
we offer you our unbelief
as tragic relief:

globalist stooge
Pentagon fake news
puppet of the Fake Jews
miss missile, Nimrata misinformed
missed the mark
Matriarch
in the dark

Hail Haley

write a poem that involves rebellion in some way. The speaker or subject of the poem could defy a rule or stricture that’s been placed on them, or the poem could begin by obeying a rule and then proceed to break it (for example, a poem that starts out in iambic pentameter, and then breaks into sprawling, unmetered lines).

 

 

 

 

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