Shall I compare thee to a tangerine?
Thou art more bitter and harder to chew.
It has a smooth face; yours is harsh and mean.
It cannot speak, so all its words are true.
Sometimes the fruit is good upon a plate,
All sectioned up in slices, moist and ripe.
But you are mostly good at stirring hate,
And self-aggrandizement and huxter hype.
But both of you glow orange in the sun,
Both, likely, due to weird and toxic dyes.
Both, if used properly, are sort of fun.
It’s not that you aren’t an amusing guy.
But which for president elect? Well, shoot.
I guess that I’d prefer the piece of fruit.
Jeff Thompson Music©2016