What I See

I see your picture hanging on the wall,
The very definition of disgraced.
It’s easy to exhibit my distaste
Without an effort, or a quick phone call
To reassure your enemies, to stall
While checking out the challenges we faced
When you attacked. We’re ready now, well braced
Against you and your tendency to brawl.

You say you represent our destiny,
But that’s just garbage; you’re as well aware
As we are that you set fire to your hair
And claimed it was spontaneous. I see
The crap that you’ve been doing recently.
Stop all this nonsense. Just stop right there.