Of dogmatic answers and Trumpian digs

Choosing instead the remains of the day

As I stare about blankly with nothing to say

I could drool like this for hours

My presence unfelt

Because truth left unsuspended

Leaves nonsense undealt

Which is probably why

So much has been said

Of the spying of spies

And the shaking of heads

Truth needs no warriors

While lies consume legions.