Mary Schmich: White House of Horrors: A Halloween-themed poem about Donald Trump

This is the latest in my occasional TrumPoems, a rhyming account of the presidency of Donald J. Trump, loosely based, as always, on his words and acts.WHITE HOUSE OF HORRORSIt’s midnight in my haunted house —The White House in D.C. —A house that’s cursed by COVIDBut that doesn’t frighten me..I won’t give in to terrorAs I lie here in my bedAlone with all my scary thoughtsAnd specters of the dead..COVID, COVID everywhere —It got my son and wife! —But still I will not wear a maskBecause I am pro-life..I’m pro my life as presidentWhich means I won’t concedeThat COVID’s a great killerAnd that masks…

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