IMP PEACH MEN*

They ignore quid pro quo Joe,
But pretend to be Trump’s foe.
Oh sorry, the truth cannot be told,
They are the Hunter of your soul.

Chairman and Speaker full of lies,
Pushing wannabes, leakers and spies.
Doing a circus show only they believe
In a sick parody of Adam and Eve.


*Footnote: The title of this poem “Imp Peach Men” refers to people who outwardly appear excellent, but are, in fact, little devils.