Thou Corey ravished bride of faithlessness, (2)
Of Trump-approved hairstyle and snakelike hips,
Of ICEy cruelty toward statelessness,
And pouting, collagen injected lips,
Your master has no further use for you,
A yapping dog exuding bad PR,
You’ve been cast out, to wander unemployed,
Abandoned, seeking someone else to screw.
Your job performance, in all ways, sub par,
Undocumented migrants, overjoyed.

In self-promotion, nearly non-pareil,
Near rivaling the master narcissist,
Who saw you stealing light, bid you farewell,
For you forgot, he is no feminist.
Commercials for you sparing no expense,
Financing for them redolent with grift,
A private jet that held a queen-sized bed,
Gross demonstrations of extravagance,
All parts of reasons you’ve been set adrift,
Without a place to lay your coiffured head.

Grift and incompetence are commonplace
In Donald’s Cabinet, as we’ve all seen.
You were appointed mostly for your face,
And T and A and loyalty, Trump’s screen.
Your fall from grace, what was responsible?
Incompetence or grift, neither of these?
Perhaps you were too thin with nothing on?
No, you held Donald Trump accountable,
By saying he approved your sloth and sleaze, (3)
One never, ever does that to the Don.

(1)In the format of Ode on a Grecian Urn, by John Keats, 1819.
(2)Referring to her alleged affair with “special employee, Corey
Lewandowsky.
(3)In Congressional testimony, Noem told Senator John Kennedy, (R) LA,
that Trump had approved a no-bid contract she let to an acquaintance
to make the lavish self-promoting commercials we’ve seen on TV.