Often he is a chicken with a scary toothbrush.
He lays eggs that never hatch, passes no bills that make any sense in Congress. But he has a special toothbrush with a rubber beak for massaging his gums.
It has stiff bristles for getting that smile clean for a photo op.
He often looks mad or sad, and the smile is practiced, like drawing a gun in front of a mirror.
He has a toothbrush to scrape the remains of bullshit off of his tongue.
He knows that no matter how loudly he crows, he is a chicken pretending to be a raptor.
He wants to run something down and kill it, even if its a program or policy that helps people die with dignity.
He comes out each day with a quick draw smile.