King Gink (no mere anagram)

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Intro: This poem will be familiar to the one or two folks, who happened by on or around its 08/09/21 posting date. However, since then, my ongoing creative process has necessitated my deleting the original version, amending the headline, adding a better concluding verse and making other subtle revisions to intensify the tenor and smooth out the meter. Check it all out…

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Past emperor, sans clothing, flashed fat ass; flaccid dink
Yet, “felt” faux frilly finery, fringed in fluff; furry mink
Blondie’s cultish Klan hangers-on, guzzled his Kool-Aid drink
While court jester ass kissers, swooned in his nether stink

In less time than it took for our rolled eyes to blink
Orange man rolled out deception, with sly, wicked wink
With wealth, he slopped rich hogs; drowned dirt poor in red ink
And stomped deep carbon footprints; taking Earth to the brink

From most any health benchmark, States ain’t in the pink
For he sickened the masses; with bug / bigotry’s kink
The pig plundered the piggy bank; left scant pennies to plink
No stable genius is he; he, who apes Missing Link!

We must ensure that sore loser; in sore need of a shrink
Won’t regain the throne; VainMan’s poll stats must sink
Won’t restain the world stage; to the wings he must slink
Just deserts for THAT seditious, fascistic fink!

Be forewarned, flocks of sheeple, he’s worse than you think
He’s traitor, racist and grifter; hoodlum prone to hoodwink
Let’s dress down the ex-emperor; that contemptible gink,
Since he defies mental health, he belongs in the clink!

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Stay Publicly / Properly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!

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