written on the eve of the Senate impeachment trial and in response to the 'Trumphole dilemma' (Liu-esque equivalent of 'alcohol dilemma, ' coined and copyrighted by this Trumpholic poet)
each word I write
about the Loser-in-Chief
morphs into red spikes...
my quarantined mind mismatched
with the mouth of my Muse
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem