Out In The Pumpkin Patch With The Piles Of Dog Poop

Over there with the piles of dog poop and pumpkins

are the wriggling, gnawing MAGA maggots;

the Innkeeper's own, who ought to be called Trumpkins---

haters of emigrants, poets, poor people and faggots.



Starward

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The last word of the last line is a slur I do not use in ordinary conversation, having been verbally bullied with it during high school.  I include it here because it is used too often by the very people this poem describes.

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