Quiet, Quiet, Piggy!

A man with nuclear power,

weighing a ton of lard—

calls women pigs.

But he has hair plugs

and “friends” who only

speak to him for proximity to power,

separating him from his cash.

Even a single friend

would turn on him,

like Ghislaine Maxwell

from prison.

Maxwell will stab him in the back

quicker than he can cheat

on his fourth wife.

What does she have on Donald?

If nothing else, he sure makes

it appear that she could

take him down—

under a lobotomy,

truth serum spilling out

what happened

on those islands or in mansions,

with a lake streaming beyond

three stories of hell.

Quiet, quiet, you piggy.

It must be lonely, knowing people

only feign love for his ill-gotten gains.

Donald’s family is self-dealing,

in backdoor business deals

that go far beyond the criminal.

But the red hat

disregards corruption because he gave

them a red hat and an ambiguous campaign slogan

that can mean anything you want it to.

No policies but for the rich—

peanuts for you.

You lost your healthcare?

Scold the piggy—

knowing nothing will change.

Quiet, quiet, piggy.

By Andy Cooper

From: United States

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