end game

as mad as Lear, Trump rages at the sky
as if injustice wounds his lofty soul
and thousands gobble down his every lie
conspiring to endow him with control
the Dunning/Kruger posterchild writ big
he boasts of what he doesn't  understand
and they--in protest--back this fascist pig
to hold the highest office in the land
Progressives rate this season "dire" to "grim"
at best, this fascist fad's a passing storm
for now, we'll vote for anyone but him
defying what must not become the norm
the demagogue our Funding Fathers feared
could bring Apocalypse on us, now, here