Saturday, April 7, 2018

Paschal Moon: superfluous hair


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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