The smocking hot second year of the Orange Toddler Poems--one poem for each day that our so-called president has been in office. Are these great poems? Hey, is Donald Trump a great president? This is your chance to linger over each day's step into ever-deeper despair, to follow the fall of the United States, to keep yourself busy while waiting for the end of the world. Written in collusion with failed Russian poets in a secret meeting in Trump Tower, these are the poems for our times, poems for the end times, poems barely worth reading that capture exactly what the Trump era is all about. Read 'em and weep.