Haunted by hate of your president
You froth as you rage like a demon;
setting a dangerous precedent,
urged on by the likes of Don Lemon.
Your sinister soul is now evident
and the hatred you spew is obscene.
You have swilled, with the thirst of a malcontent
vicious words from the well of Maxine.
You’re possessed now by hate of your president,
while the minions are taken to task;
you dismiss every mob as a non-event—
but we see you behind the dark mask.