empty

The stream of consciousness through Donald's head
flows one way only, like the river Lethe
He purges instantly what he's just said;
each thought's ephemeral as last night's breath.
"Write-only memory"'s a CS joke.
Capacity's unbounded in this bin.
Retrieval--on the other hand--is broke;
he'll never pull up what been once put in.
No lasting bonds--wham bam!--each one-off date
the parting--for her part's--the part that's sweet.
New teams of lawyer must repudiate
his empty promises and racist tweets.
No memory, no vision shades his Tao;
dementia traps Trump wholly in the Now.