Sir, if I may be so bold
Your thoughts are old
Much older than our ancient country
On the verge of collapse now under a cashless economy!
Sir, I beg your pardon, excuse my sass
I can’t tell if it’s your face or your ass
You have a perpetual flatulent look
Havent you already fired your spicy “immigrant” cook?
*Week 13 Epigram for our 2017 Poetic Resolution .
**Epigram is a satirical poem ending with either a humorous retort or a stinging punchline. It is usually written as a couplet or quatrain but can also just be a one lined phrase. Here, I have made jabs at two different leaders, as you have already noticed, of course.😂