The Cuckoo’s Tufted Combover

Wouldn’t Trump

make the perfect dystopian leader.

Erect at his podium

tongue spreading trepidation

like wildfire,

after lightning strike in prairie grass.


Feathered combover

waves and bounces with gusts

of wind.

Orange hue

unnatural in light,

skin should not glimmer

with such radiation glow.


As if he was

the quintessential allegory

for America’s secretive bigotry.

George Orwell

in all his totalitarian imaginings

would marvel

it didn’t happen

in 1984.

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