Bev Fesharaki
Tantrum
We’ve a toddler in the White House,
Orange play dough in his hair,
Not hiding under daddy’s desk
But sitting in his chair.
Tweeting to a shutdown
Silver spoon still in his lips,
In a silly, stomping tirade
Giving federal workers tips.
He says “Offer to your landlord,
Say, ‘I will do repairs
So that I won’t be evicted
I will fix your broken stairs.’”
“Call all the folks who love you
And ask to borrow money.
Make your voice sound extra soothing
They’ll say, ‘Sure, I’ll help you honey.’”
Our president needs barriers
To prove to us his power
He wants to cage our border
So that all newcomers cower.
At the risk of losing voters
He won’t consider a concession,
And he’s told so many falsehoods
That he needs to face confession.
We’ve a toddler in the White House
We’re embarrassed to admit.
Careful leaders, oh, please surface
Before he throws another fit.
Poems by Bev Fesharaki haven appeared in So to Speak, Moria, 3Elements Review, and in the online exhibition Poets on the Coast 2014 on the Museum of Northwest Art website, as well as in the anthology, Women Writing: On the Edge of Dark and Light (Pilgrim Spirit Communications, 2015), featuring the work of the Catharine Place Poets in Tacoma, Washington. She lives and writes by the water in Mukilteo, Washington.
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