by Erika Fine

When he claimed that his fame
Meant a crotch was “fair game,”
It should have been over then.

When he mocked a reporter
With an inborn disorder,
It should have been over then.

When he said he is better than
A brave “loser” veteran,
It should have been over then.

When synagogue goers
Were brutally slain,
He whined that his hairdo
Was wrecked by the rain.
It should have been over then.

He sought votes—artificial!—
From a Georgia official.
It should have been over then.

He did not stop his gang
When they said Pence should HANG.
It should have been over then.

When he vilified Haitians
With absurd accusations,
It should have been over then.

He’s deceitful, uncivil,
With his grievance-filled drivel.
It should have been over by now.
And yet here we are.