mirror, mirror on the wall

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.”

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