Q-Tips raised! Their storm approaches.
Swab those ear-gates free and clear.
Thunder frightens the rats and roaches.
Looming clouds are drawing near . . .
Audible anticipation
Waxes with our rising nation.

Hope Porn is the thing with feathers
flying low, right before the gale.
Strident left-wing get-togethers
Doing their worst to countervail.
Tribunals herald something worse . . .
Enjoy some popcorn with my verse.

Martial law—a new diversion,
Flapping wings on the Left and Right
Disturbs the coop (or coup?). Subversion
now displays its plumes outright.
Deep-state angels prove satanic
sparking upper-level panic.

Rumors can be quite arresting;
Cresting waves on the Psy-Ops sea
Break and roll, now manifesting
Dumbed-down mobs, conspiracy . . .
Some citizens awake to truth;
The rest rave on, benighted youth.

And the Lord hath sent unto you all his servants the prophets,
rising early and sending them; but ye have not hearkened,nor inclined your ear to hear.
[Jeremiah 25:4]

Surely the Lord God will do nothing,
but he revealeth his secret unto his servants the prophets.
[Amos 3:7]

Dealing Trump Cards

The past participle of deal is dealt;
Thus, when the cards fall is when it is felt.

A deck of cards knows its own unsealer
as well as the skill and art of the dealer.

Trump cards, (although not normally plural)
are to share. The enjoyment is jural.

We hope they are more than dealed incitements:
those fifty-thousand sealed indictments . . .