Gallows stood,
America teetered on the brink.
A swinging noose hung
to snap the neck of the Veep.

Lathered into minions
by lies and spittle,
coup coup caws,
cuckoo madman.

Flocking from coops
or Coupe DeVille's,
dodo's scratched and scuffled
clawing into the hill.

Bird-brained maneuver
brain dead scheme,
walls smeared with feces,
zombies going extinct.

Citizens turned mobsters
all-the-while the Don gloats.
Flagpoles as weapons,
intruder shot in the throat.

The cuckoo madman's
coup campaign failed.
He's out golfing
his dodo's are in jail.

Nice poem: .

NICE
Superior

Your acknowledgement is appreciated, Julie & Robin.

Your "zombies going extinct" line gave me an idea for a piece of creative writing to share, though in a rather different direction.

Thanks for checking it out.