The elite said he came from hollers and ash,
from porches bowed by debt and weather-,
this child of rusted rail and prayer—
a story worn smooth by retelling.

Nonetheless somewhere west, beyond the fog,
hands in hoodies traced a different script
etched in ancient runes of capital and codes
into the cradle of his name not rebelling.

Rosemary dreamed of something holy,
feeling the future kick behind her ribs;
the doctors smiled, the neighbors hummed,
and signed away the room in the heroine’s silence.

So too this birth in Orwell’s 1984 without crown,
was just terminal testaments blessed as destiny
a whisper: this valley will coerce for you,
while never quite belonging to its essence.

The accent learned to shape-shift cleanly,
Appalachia folded into pitch decks,
a Trojan drawl rolled through the gates
while a unhealed Ebenezer roamed in hell.

Lawlessness and treacherousness have evenly
discredited his Hillbilly Elegy’s codex
with ancient diabolical Medieval delegates
who are tolling Quasimodo’s holy church bells.

Like a cornball buying his tasty ice-cream
his rapport was queer and quite embarrassing.
With no form of empathetic humanity
he ignored his fraudulent omnipresence.

Travelling to the new Pope Leo the 14th
He chose a John’s baptism over humility
and was frowned upon as sanctimonious
rejecting him filled with obscene obsolescence.

I do remember the days of September
when a widow came to him in complete despair.
She smacked him with a luscious passionate kiss
and afterwards Mrs. Kirk was scandalously ensnared.

Many supposed conspiracy theories arrived
Forgetting Mujahideen of Lord Bin Laden.
Used for Marvel films and trick pictures
of a republic starved for an acceptable myth.

Silicon Valley would play the midwife well
no mess, no blame, complicit with leverage:
a deal sealed not with sulfurized smoke
with venture rounds of Vladimir Putin’s scythe.

Then like the final scene, the camera lingers:
smiles too calm, the applause came weakly
a child rocked gently by MAGA believers
who swear the future will obviously obey.

No horns, no fire—just impeccable certainty.
Just power learning how to sound like fate
Wrapped in injustice for Lucifer himself
This baby did whine in complete disarray.

Ask if his evil uncle in his insecurity
claimed other citizens were terrorists.
Vance stated the murder was in self-defense
as no due process was indeed questioned.

At the inauguration all the goons were there
presenting their greed without much despair.
Meta, Amazon and Tesla were hence elevated
while their presence was not truly mentioned.

Now we have the instance of contemptuousness,
arresting illegitimately innocent Venezuelans.
The federal judge has stated his brilliant case
as the baby and boss rolled their devil’s eyes.

Ironically the uncle is pestered with dementia
with his hands curdling into nothingness.
Nevertheless he still smears his decrees
with his magic Sharpie not dotting his “I’s”.

He wishes like his former Chief of Staff
to throw the Epstein Files in the fireplace.
All of this will be pardoned disrespectfully
to display this act so callousedly undignified.

Danny Kaye’s sang sweetly “Wonderful Copenhagen”
in the film for the Dane, Hans Christian Andersen.
The DJ’s have forgotten this with their Pentagon enterprise
“Now we’ll overtake Greenland with our warlike jargon.”

Helplessly we gaze the polar bears wandering
only with a floating island of separated ice
because her sheets are quickly melting.
All of Scandinavia listens to Greta quandering.

Is the Silicon Valley looking for mineral wealth?
I suspect with an uncontrolled overindulgence
Their lack of morals is with Satan swelting
exhibiting their nauseous depraved mental health.

Hastened to no bargaining at the Knight’s round table
Isadore has lost her prince charming poor Tristan
where the love and death thene was the famous fable.

The futility of maliciousness is power’s theme
A dangerous military and a miserable flunky
with a drunkard as the Minister of War.
This spells defeat as a prerequisite for all junkies
of narcissism as the Ghost of Christmas future
points to fire and brimstone for our conquistador.