Oval Office Party

Hate grabs his buddies

(he’s perpetually popular)

Blame sits 

like a parrot

upon his shoulder,

eager to squawk

Boastful and Lies,

conjoined at the hip,

whisper in his ear,

while Greed salivates

in anticipation

Fearmongering 

puffs his chest

in a futile effort

to block Confusion

from sight

Ineptitude has renamed 

himself Genius

No, Hate is never alone

Written April 3, 2020