Death by a million cuts,
his agenda faltered and fell, headless,
at the bladed ballot box
and its executioner’s block.
Headsmen, one and all,
neutering with a
scratch of the pen,
the pull of the lever,
undercutting his
tyrant’s optimism
approval rating.
And here he was,
only yesterday,
swollen with
engorged with his glandular
and yet
the rubber ring is set
as we band together,
his testiness blackening
while his testes constrict
in a tightening noose.
Gelded by the
he disdains so much,
there is no more pleasure for him—
only impotence and loss.

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