December always the twelfth a final tender.
Highlights on the Julian-Gregorian Calendar.
Like seven others, it's fleeting 31 days to give.
Remember, the muster roll only comes to leave.
Rome Romulus christened a Latin ten—Decem.
In days of yore, March was the first term.
That was during the month-less winter days.
Then up in front, enter January and February glaze.
This season December has a troubling forecast.
Political power grab wrap in nativism broadcast.
As the pandemic decimates flesh and blood in a repast;
The skimming half-assed bombast harasses a bypass.
The dictator's deadly craving for power conceive;
The four-year make-believe deceives the naïve.
Here the nation is in a new vaccine safety wave.
This December, a sad time transmits lives unsaved.
Now the informercial dictator seeks credit for the vaccine,
Hoodwinks refuse to acknowledge the effects of COVID-19.
Then a competent leader will work, pretender's manure to clean.
December has a bothersome gangrened limb to supervene.