The King Of Pennsylvania Avenue

 

The king is a fool,

the tool of the right,

the night-crawling,

sprawling interested

vested top-coated

promoted elite

- sweet for them.

 

Lord and Jester

filling both posts

as we laugh

and cry “no fair! No fair!”

Have you seen that fucking hair?

 

 

Our history repeats:

Manhattan’s Malvolio

is now a Half-wit Hamlet

at Elsinore-On-The Potomac.

 

“To me, or not to me?”

No question that he knows

blame lies where credit’s due,

his nose should be Pinocchio’s.

 

 

Down in the swamp

the swamp-thing stirs:

“run for the shelter!”

It’s a drive-in monster movie,

the slime won’t droozle off,

the sets are real

but the actors

are cardboard.

 

Funny Little Rocket Man

is chancing Liars Poker,

he’s got five jokers in his hand

and whistles a Nuclear Polka.

 

 

Oz will smash

the mirror rather

than step out

from behind it.

We must hope

the shards fall

kindly.