Poetry. Tim Dyke has a neighbor who loves Trump, and Tim Dyke tried to talk to him. The event did not end well. So he energetically sublimated his asexual gay male rage into this virtuosic and obsessive book, each of whose words begins with an M or an A or a G or an A, and in that order. Like a perverse and be-pompommed cheerleader, Dyke systematically unravels Trump's slogan about making America great again, reveling over the course of dozens of pages in the poetic gift of a dangerous brand offered to him above the sullen brims of red caps. In this work, form destroys the original intended content with hilarious, angry angst.