Malpractice

Those aren't contacts in his black eyes, mister...

Malpractice

From the blackness,

the political lamb ascends.
It shivers

and bleats
and tweets.

Growing in office

the lamb magically 

transforms.

Now a snarling, snorting, tweeting

creature with enormous horns emerges.

Newly crowned,
King Shit rules over his subjects
on Turd Mountain

with fierce words and tantrums and...

tweets.

In his imagination.

But the shit-bag
is no mere king.
Though many laugh,
Regents tremble at his
misspelling and fabulism.

And though he does not rule,
King Shit
has the power of a million suns
in his pocket.

Regents tremble.