He’s got the best words, yes he does.

Once upon a time, a child was born into wealth and wanted for nothing, but he was possessed by bottomless, endless, grating, grasping wanting, and wanted more, and got it, and more after that, and always more. He was a pair of ragged orange claws upon the ocean floor, forever scuttling, pinching, reaching for more, a carrion crab, a lobster and a boiling lobster pot in one, a termite, a tyrant over his own little empires.

 

REBECCA SOLNIT: THE LONELINESS OF DONALD TRUMP
On the Corrosive Privilege of the Most Mocked Man in the World
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He’s got the best words, yes he does.
Even making some up… just because.
So a simple kerfuffle
gets a trumpian shuffle
and covfefe’s got twitter abuzz.

Susan E. Eckenrode, 5/31/17