If there's any justice this side of heaven,
may the most powerful man in the world
wake up tomorrow morning
sprawled face down in Puerto Rican mud.
Homeless and with less
than one hundred forty characters
to his name, may he learn just how long
empty promises stick to the ribs.
May he be pelted with paper towels
by an idiot.
May he be chastised for his lack
For Poetry Pantry at Poets United