epistle to auld Nick
By celticman
- 1160 reads
Friday the 13th today
That fills some with dismay
Auld Nick an Epistle to thee
No need to appear or reply to me
We’ll see each other soon enough
Nostradamus scrived a water bowl
In-between a vision obscene
In your inner circle I see Trump’s name
In the outer circle Trump’s fame.
Honourable and crony debtor
Parnassus’s Sybil couldn’t plan it
better
Sober lessons have taught us well
Our Tea Party is going to hell
All the ungrateful sons of man
Build a wall and keep it high
No chinks, or rapist, or Mexican crooks
Only a pious approach to nukes
Let my good neighbour be
Only people like me
White—that’s always right
We battle and win the fight
All men are free to hate
The poor, the black, the welfare state
A treasure store of trust
Before the flag we must agree
We have their measure
And at our leisure
We will take our due
We the free have much to claim
We know your name
Which horseman are you?
Start galloping one and two
Go with the final star bright
Nuclear winter in the night.
- Log in to post comments
Comments
Nice work
I'm not sure if I like your poem because I think it's a good poem, or because I hate trump, but either way, I approve!
- Log in to post comments
I've always welcomed Friday
I've always welcomed Friday 13th. In the spirit of flying in the face of... As usual this piece does not disappoint.
Linda
- Log in to post comments