Maybe you’ve seen the movie. This isn’t that.
True, both predators love to hunt, and prey
Is another word for something alive
That would be fun to kill, rip up and eat.
This monster impersonates a human being.
His roar doesn’t vibrate through the jungle
But bellows at insufficiency of praise.
He spews a venom of false accusations
At any who defy his bratty will.
Zen platitudes about an empty mind
He has taken further than sages recommend.
Even a quark would suffer deep despair
In the wasteland that passes for his mind.
His MRI reveals new levels of stupidity
It would take an expedition to explore.
He has the magic touch of turning truth
Into falsehood, light into a numbing black.
His skill changes rose gardens to cement.
A symbolic building becomes a gilded mess.
He’s the hero of improbable lies
And master of projecting his dark core
Against any space that once fostered hope.
Women know him as a shadow in their dreams.
He will not perish as all mortals do.
At the last moment, wrapped tightly in a flag,
He’ll ascend into himself and disappear.
