Annus Terribilis or His First Year in Office

  
Spawn'd down some dank janitorial drain,

embolden'd by bogeymen febrile and dumpy,

besmirch'd by the marking of murderous Cain, 

Drumpf howls to who'll hear: "Apres moi, heirloom Trumpy." 

Fowl fluids -- muck, mayonnaise -- flow from twinn'd heads.

To Darwinian laws of the jungle Drumpf hews

as opponents Drumpf juliennes, minces and shreds:

Drumpf's ascendency augurs a world of fake news.

It’s severe civil sepsis I'm worried about.

Still, should dirges in octaves be suffer'd to swell?

Wa-a-a-a-ay too late for novenas; our time's running out.

Ple-e-e-ease! Abort this indecent descent into hell.