His grip of reality consistently patchy
Truths amongst untruths, muddled like a Rumsfeld explanation
Isolating collaborators, creating broken webs of secrecy
Freely scattering ill formed comments, that fall as bullets
Like a child soldier let loose with their first machine gun
Oblivious and arrogant of the damage inflicted to ideas, passions and common sense
Smug in his own importance and self worth
Careless with peers, yet creative with masters
Originator of rash decisions, borne out of little thought and knowledge
Loud, unaware, ploughing his way like a meteor scarring a planets surface
Speaking for everyone and yet no one, the human smoking gun.
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