As Clock Ticks, Trump Engulfs Himself in Chaotic News Cycles.
When a president begins
tweeting naught but trash and sins,
he will find the spotlight thus
fixed on him producing pus.
If he's given one more chance,
I wonder -- will he keep his pants?
Dated 1920, a Postcard Finally Gets Delivered.
The mail will get through; never fret!
But maybe they won't break a sweat;
after it's sorted
it will be transported
by tortoise or sloth, but not jet!
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