The real-life terror that is this year’s Halloween story, is not for the faint of heart. The toughest part about something like this is describing him in rhyme, when nothing rhymes with orange. We shall try, anyway:
‘Twas the day of Halloween,
And choices were so near.
Choose the Nasty Woman,
Or the beast with hair so queer?He, with gnashing teeth,
And she with boxy attire.
Here eyes were loopy and crazy,
His skin like a raging fireShe promised all the world
The opposite of herself.
He promised Mexicans
He’d put them on a shelf.He spit and cursed and raged,
And ran his mouth till bloody.
Could all of this be staged?
Even if it is, it still isn’t so funny.The Demented Orange Beast,
Set himself to take us over.
From West up to the East,
From Seattle out to Dover.Fear entrenched the land,
Small children were crying.
The hopes of freedom and peace,
Were dreams that ll were dying.In less than just a week,
You get to make a choice.
Do you settle for a beast,
Or do you hate that woman’s voice?The choice is really yours,
That’s the most terrifying.
Because people are the worst,
Most without even trying.