Maladroit

Suppressing an urge to vomit is the reflex that possibly 

saves my credibility; & viewing it's cause on TV, that's 
eyeing a new President, there’s this gag-riposte I can’t 

credit comes from within, its more like an automated & 

physical retort, maybe counter-punch to perhaps lowly 

disingenuous insults seen as a threat to my sanity - or 

properly an invitation to leave or look away; saying - it 

wasn’t my fault the moron got elected - doesn’t calm 

Unease of being witness to an egomaniac’s fraudulent, 

repeated & unbelievably maladroit posturing - however 

who’s to say it doesn’t entertain, that laughter might’ve 

been suppressed, under duress is a distinct possibility, 

& we’ve yet to get to the bottom of it; all I can say is to 

give the ass enough open space to defuse himself in 

© 9 February 2017, I. D. Carswell