the president is shouting,
having one of his snits;
he’s screaming bloody murder;
driving his wife to fits.
she covers her ears
while there he stands — hands on hips
making nasty faces
and thinking up schoolyard quips.
he shouts insult after insult;
she is experiencing fear;
she says, “calm down, donald;
you’re just looking in a mirror.”
I wonder what she thinks. She’ll divorce him when it’s all over, and likely write the book … unless he has her done in before that.