Grace's Graceful Rant

Pissy little people
smelling of yesterday's failure
thumping their chest
today, we won you shout
yelling like potbelly pigs
bitten by yapping chihuahuas
pathetic
You ousted a leader
whom you can't master
you pulled him from office
stamped on him
pushed into the ground
He was cutting your heads
the wormy little hydra
Now you are living
In a haunted mansion
with nothing but ghosts
of greatness reside
Outside the thick smoke
reach out to the skies
the sign of more to come
discontentment and chaos.