Year End Riddle: Who Is He?

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He’s stoned high on himself; drunk on raw power
High on his high horse; holed up in high tower

He cedes high road to reign; his reins: ball and chain
Seeds storm clouds with filth, “green” eyes downpour rain

He stows stone beneath sternum; rocks between ears
Boasts high on hog’s life; toasts Fascist pig peers

Brutal Cops, Nazis, Klansmen, are best buds he treasures
Feeding off their vile vibe; he cops pervy pleasures

Depictions / descriptions; depressed regions; war-torn
All human suffering and death; are that sicko’s porn

Triple X starlets role play; become cheating cad’s crushes
Their bejeweled, plastic bods; afford him gold rushes

He shuns “raincoats” and masks, that fend off infections
In both daydreams and nightmares; he plots insurrections

His rallies roll out; all the known nasty “isms”
That fracture society; with too tough to fix schisms

He beds down, best bud bedlam; they cohabit and mate
They hate to make love; yet, love to make hate

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

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