His father loved him like a slammed door loves a rusty hinge.
He could use his phone to fire goons without looking them in the eye.
He never ate fish,
only ox in patty form.
He’s on the phone again: “Can’t a cop use an ox-goad on a protestor . . . ?
A border should be a wall, not a door . . .
“Why is this hand still so small . . . ?
“Mark Meadows is a douchebag, but a useful one. . .
Why does my head taste so orange . . . ?
Use this flu thing to get me off the hook.”
Though he made water-pressure great again,
the whole world laughed at his unmasked mouth.