Have you seen Trump's face? He looks glum. His vast cheeks growing wider than Death Valley, burnt orange with pungent chemicals, they swell more at dawn.
He can't get it up. He hates his life and everyone in it.
He won.
Nothing makes him smile. He's the most powerful man in the world--it's not enough. He dodders. Power is ashes in a sour, aching mouth.
No psychopath has ever looked more unhappy.
He don't know what love is.
