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Commedia dell’politicus
“Trump is Trump. Some people find him hilarious.
I don’t, but there’s never been a dull moment
since he took office.”--Martin Short.
There’s only one clown
who comes to mind,
a slimy evil sonofabitch,
who makes King’s Pennywise
seem like an amateur,
smirking while munching
Ronald’s Big Mac
as more than 170,000
people perished;
with his silly pumpkin make-up,
and the stupid white mask
around his little red eyes,
his poorly dyed and combed-over
sprayed-on Jerry Lee Lewis coiffe,
his trembling puckered porky lips
midst a pair of bull dog jowls,
his red tie so long he trips on it
and uses it for a napkin, wiping
off chicken grease and secret sauce,
his thousand dollar suits that were
made in China, that hang on his
rotundness like a blue tarp,
with his tiny hands gesturing and
pointing, flailing like clipped pigeon wings,
his fifth grade oratory skills,
coupled with his third grade vocabulary,
his vulgarity and gutterspeak insults
that would make George Carlin blush,
his illusions of grandeur, actually believing
he is the Chosen one, a deity, even though
he’s an atheist, nihilist, a fraud, a failure,
a perpetual lying machine,
a forlorn future footnote in history,
a simpleton, a moron, who has obviously
made a deal with the devil at the crossroads,
and now his term is up, and he is terrified
of facing up to his demonic obligations,
all those broken laws,
all those prison sex nightmares,
all that angry horde of women he’s raped & wronged,
all those teeth-clenching folks
that he has defrauded,
cheated,
conned,
hoodwinked,
robbed,
deceived &
duped;
finding himself to be the rodeo clown
whose stumbled and must now
face the horns;
and most of all
he must face the millions
of families who have had loved ones
become infected, and who died
needlessly on his watch,
from his gross neglect,
ignorance and greed.
Glenn Buttkus
Posted over at d'Verse Poets Pub
9 comments:
Glenn, I would have been so disappointed if you HADN'T written about Donny. I think you have captured the essence of that beast so well that your description could be a lead-lined vault to park his carcass in to weld shut and shoot off towards the sun, where it can fry and sizzle him like a piece of rancid pork fat. The picture you used will haunt me with Bjorn's and Rob's clowns tonight...
Love the pic brother, and savored the writing — POW! FUCK TRUMP!!
I fear that he will manage to make things much worse unless he is utterly defeated in a way it can never ever be challenged...
That is an astonishing image that you chose to illustrate your poem, Glenn! Of course you had to write about Donny and yes, he does make King’s Pennywise seem like an amateur. I’d forgotten that Trump likes Big Macs – he’s probably constantly ‘high’ on the chemicals and drugs he’s ingested through them! And he does smirk, all the time, so sinister. You’ve described him so well with his pumpkin make-up and ‘the stupid white mask around his little red eyes’ that I’m glad I’m reading this in the morning, otherwise it would give me nightmares. I couldn’t help giggling in agreement with the ‘fifth grade oratory skills, coupled with his third grade vocabulary’. I pray he gets his just desserts.
On the money, all of this.
Perfect Glenn, but why don't you tell us how you REALLY feel? LOL- As usual such an apt description of the monster.
Scary enough, but you have hit the nail on the head and pinpointed what is going on in this country right now. I wish more people would admit that he is a nightmare. I don't understand how anyone in their right mind can think that he is doing a good job.
I absolutely, completely detest that man and his little oooooooo puckered up lips. He's a rotting-seaweed-stench.
Darn that photo! This piece is beyond what i was expecting from you. You nailed it. Every single line.
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