Can’t have National
Poetry Month without e.e. cummings. And today I’m thinking of how he might
describe our current leadership. Yep—he’s got us covered.
a salesman is an it that
stinks Excuse
Me whether it’s
president of the you were say
or a jennelman name
misder finger isn’t
important whether it’s
millions of other punks
or just a handful
absolutely doesn’t
matter and whether it’s
in lonjewray
or shrouds is immaterial
it stinks
but whether it please
itself or someone else
makes no more difference
than if it sells
hate condoms education snakeoil
vac
uumcleaners terror
strawberries democ
ra(caveat emptor)cy
superfluous hair
or Think We’ve Met
subhuman rights Before
Sorry-not sorry; that
superfluous hair just made me think of these photos from Thursday's junket to West Virginia, which the Kleptocrat would
hate for us to share.
And then there’s this
one, which describes Li'l Donnie Two-scoops, his aides, his entire Cabinet and every GOPig
in Congress:
a politician is an arse
upon
which everyone has sat
except a man
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