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By
Rick Davis
notes to the president
i grow weary of hearing about
your unsettled evil.
sometimes i even fantasize
about your whole administration
being buried in hardened mud.
you are a fidgety manic fox
and i imagine your soul
as being demonic black –
i would guess that holy water
might burn your coarse
unfeeling skin.
but so many point to a saner way –
looking to the spiritual moon –
they are diamonds
in pure progressive light,
but you burn money with
lawyers and executive orders.
you are of the walking dead
consumed by arrogance and rage.
you do not feel grief.
Rick Davis
Rick Davis is a graduate of Northeastern Illinois University, and several graduate programs. He is married, and has over 700 published poems.