If "incompetent" were a person's face,
his would fit the dictionary's place:
A walking, talking complete disaster,
a lunatic, clown, and flailing disgrace.
Pulling the circus strings, this ringmaster:
the opposite of an intelligent forecaster,
whining like a toddler and making up lies,
his head is an empty soda canister.
Everyone blocks out his obnoxious cries,
except for the ones with planks in their eyes:
for they worship money and idiocy
over anything truly valued in the skies.
The world's flipped upside-down with no dignity:
we can thank imbeciles like him for this lunacy.
Though we'll hold hope for those with grace,
we need a change rather immediately.
I wrote this poem for the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt #223, which asks us to do the following:
This week, your challenge is to write a funny roast or a strong complaint about a government leader or another person who has power.
Your poem should use a form called an interlocking rubaiyat.
Here is how the form works:
- Write between 4 and 8 stanzas.
- Each stanza has 4 lines.
- Each line should have 8 syllables.
- The rhymes link one stanza to the next.
The rhyme pattern looks like this: AABA / BBCB / CCDC / DDED
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