by Raj Tawney

Don’t let the ghoul fool you
with his ruthless spoken trickery
MAGA is his wizardry
Feeding off our energy
until the weak give in
Food for his cauldron
Slobber and spit, you’re
a corn-on-the-cob in his grip
If he measures your head
it’s for the election ahead
Same recipe,
slow cookin’ your brains in his stew
Come Tuesday,
your vote may make him ageless, anew
But you can spoil his meal
once that ballot is sealed
We will negate his spell
and escape this hell

Raj Tawney is an American BIPOC poet, essayist and journalist. His work has appeared in New York Magazine, Miami Herald, The Saturday Evening Post and many other publications. He is a featured poet in The Iowa Review’s 2020 National Poetry Month series.