The Tumor's Tale

Enormous,

Amorphous,

Intruder,

Imposter,

Human virus in a human computer

Imposter,

Intruder,

Amorphous,

Enormous

Mass,

Malignance

Of occluded purpose

Managed to hijack

The body politic,

Make it flail forth and back,

Make it hesitate, agitate, vacillate, attack.

Intruder,

Imposter,

Enormous,

Amorphous

Tumor humorless

Has barely changed the body corpus,

But altered the thoughts it voices

So our oldest friends, loyal and closest,

These days scarce recognize us.

Friction!

Fission!

Delusion!

Derision!

As we hurtle headlong into Hindsight's decision,

The deranged danger deflects our direction, our attention,

Away from a years-delayed, much-needed excision.

Physician,

Heal our nation!

The Ultimate

Ashfall darkens the day, but at night

It softens and scatters the moon- and street-light.

It, moment by moment, grows thick on the ground

'Til it softens not only the light, but the sound

Of tentative footfalls, taken with risk

Through a landscape that soon will be barren and brisk.

I want to walk with you, hand in hand

Through a nuclear winter wonderland.

You're my beauty when skies strangle every flower,

My sweet when the skies turn the vintner's work sour.

But even if it's the last thing I ever do,

I burn to share an apocalypse with you.

Why They Don't Let a Poet Be President

I wasn't born with
the requisite talent: a
nine figure balance.

All Lives Matter

The words of a man
who will never be shot by
cops for being black.

Armageddon Horny, Pt. 2

Flowers in springtime,
foliage falls in autumn,
nuclear winter.

Get Goosesteppin'

According to Trump,
opposing Fascism is
now "Alternative."

And I'm Proud to Be an American

It takes a man like
Trump to make me proud to be
called a Liberal.

You're Fired!

Trump makes decisions
That reflect the breadth of his
Little orange Cheeto.

Armageddon Horny

All this insecure posturing

Is massively entertaining.

You got this hot and heavy,

So just do it already!

I'm having the kind of month

That just can't end soon enough.

And humanity? They had it coming.

So go ahead, push the button.

It beats waiting for global warming.

Give Up and Let Your Side Win This Time

The first didn't have the right face

To enter your desired place,

To do what both of you wanted to.

The world chose him instead of you.

The next was too old for the job,

With hair and clothes that said “slob.”

He embraced a taboo label

That most would keep under the table.

In other years, he would be toast.

In your year, he kept it too close.

The third was nothing less than wrong,

A human show ordered by gong,

The wrong color for anything,

Could say the wrong thing just breathing.

Everyone said you were a lock,

That you could just run out the clock,

That the game was no more in play,

and Mr. Wrong won anyway.

Next time, commit the lesser sin.

Just pack it in.

Worst Year Ever

Half the nation called him “President,”

the other nasty names.

He served his eight. The president

now could not stay the same.

Though the parties knew incumbency

Was guaranteed to end,

No single worthy candidate

Did either party send.

One candidate was famous,

a liar and cheat,

The other famous for being

as dishonest as he.

The news and truth got messy

in their public divorce

Though they still saw each other

On the side, of course.

So the land made a king of a

Big, windy, orange liar

and in making, made itself

A big dumpster fire.

Now we're left here, together

To pick up the pieces.

It's a task we must master for

The good of the species.

Nineteen Eighty-Four Fifty One, Pt. 2

Do despair because Clinton climbs!

Do secede because Trump triumphs,

Because the new meaning of democracy

Is a choice between political suicide

Or political families,

Because we threw off a monarchy

To catch monarchy in disguise

Behind a flimsy mask of lies!

That was the risk of democracy

With roots in the original Greek:

That we, too, might elect a tyrant.

This, too, shall (come to) pass.