Horizon

Here is your poem POTUS

I am on a lengthly voyage on this ship that keeps on rocking.

The ocean is pissed off and the waves are really stalking.

Im holding my head it hurts I don't know how to stop it.

My stomach is feeling gross think I am about to vomit.

Have to shake this feeling think I am about to cry.

Don't want this to be the end God please don't let me die?

A thought just popped into my head to keep me from going crazy.

Remembered something I learned from my grandpa in the Navy.

He said in that moment, "did you forget it's quite surprising"?

Rid yourself of this illness keeping your eyes on the horizon.

Knowing this ship is a metaphor has left me in a slump.

So my eyes now are fixed upon you DONALD TRUMP!