Dear President

The hounds are sniffing
Do you hear the yelps  
Excited at the scent  
The gory concept  
  
It's all catching up  
That suit jacket you flung  
Hung upon those financially  
Deficient  
Because of you  
Miscreant  
   
That scent of rich suit pants  
Drenched in the stench of acid water  
Looks so refreshing  
But the hounds know better  
   
They find the hazard of your dick on the last branch  
Underpants of the strongest scent  
How you do appreciate his half   
Though it is mostly a hollow one  
Barely human  
   
The whites in your eyes widen as you hear a near howl  
Hunger suspended    
Terror setting in your bowels  
   
The wolf now the foal    
How life comes to a whole  
It seems your sins now  
The hell hounds call for.