Blow Winds

Ms. Stormy Daniels
you’ve raised a tempest
Not quite Shakespearian
but that of a temptress

A swellhead scorned
is a dangerous thing
But once he’s made POTUS
he’ll act like a king

Rumble thy bellyful!
Spit, fire! Spout, rain!
Much like Shakespeare
he’ll end with exclaims

Poor naked wretches
whereso’er you are
That bide the pelting
of this pitiless storm

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