Don't Fire Up My Ire Poem by John Sensele

If you don't hesitate to investigate me
The fire of my ire tires you like the bee
incensed at the mutiny against the tyranny
My might fights to degrade the scrutiny
You invoke to provoke the dish of the rights
I enjoy to deploy the delights
You sample in ample conspiracy
Piracy and the surrogacy in the obduracy
You claim and blame on the dainty democracy
In the pursuit of suits that pander to the brutes
Who concoct cabals to arouse routes
Where democracy weeps
Each night my temper tweets
The gist and feast my prerogatives as leader
Of the free world whether the shredder
In my office tears dodgy documents
I classify and mystify in disingenuous increments
Prerogatives I accord to my office
Where I'm entitled my opponents to diss
Whenever the moon tide rises
My fantasy vents surprises
Which vanity can't bend
Cos alternative truths I vow to vend
Since I'm free to do as I please
Whether national good suffers in a plethora of sleaze
Cos frankly I don't give a hoot
And if you cross my path, you get the boot.