by Orel Protopopescu
Power’s an aphrodisiac
for one, now half-amnesiac,
whose fourth term’s nearly done.
As fragile as a shriveled stalk,
he cannot talk and cannot walk,
but somehow, says he’ll run.
by Orel Protopopescu
Power’s an aphrodisiac
for one, now half-amnesiac,
whose fourth term’s nearly done.
As fragile as a shriveled stalk,
he cannot talk and cannot walk,
but somehow, says he’ll run.