Overload

Every time I see Trump on the telly,
I get this feeling in the bit of my belly,
The one that cries not for sanity,
or the days of Obama

But one of rising anger,
An anger matched by knowing I’m not the only one who feels this way,
That from New York to the San Francisco bay,
All of us wishing,
For Trump to simply go away

© Gregory J. Broderick 2017

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