Worth has not anything to show more sore
Dull would she be or cold who did not rage by
The broken nuclei in their tragedy
The pity now doth, like a sick fog wear
The strangled car horns, broken, debonair,
Whips, towels, combs unneutered rumpled lie
Unroll the British shields,, we shoot to pray
All quiet yet twittering with a reckless air.
Never did cunning more evilly still creep
As our PayPal; mock not the plastic Bill;
Whether I was, whether I felt, a sheep asleep!
The nerves all heat up as Trump’s tweets may kill;
Oh God! all their fuses blew they’re incomplete
And all the mighty Courts with liars fill