A is for Arrogant
Also for Ass.
B is Boor, Braggart and Bully.
D’s a Deplorable, Dangerous Dude.
E is for Ego.
F — no, that’s rude…
F is for Fingers, the Five on each hand
Which you’ll Find if you Forage (don’t have your day planned).
Also Forgetful: “I never said that.”
G is for Grabby — Don’t get too close, cat!
H is plain Hateful as well as Horrific.
I is for Insults, at which he’s terrific.
J is for Judgment and Justice and Joy…
I is for Irony, slow to deploy.
J is for Jackass and Juvenile Jerk.
K is for Kissing poor women at work.
L is for Loud and for Lewd and for Love,
The self- Lack of which Leads to all the above.
M is Malevolence, Meanness, Mendacity–
Mostly the last: He’s a Massive capacity.
N is for Nothing that’s Neutral or Nice:
Nasty. N’s Nasty. (He Needed it twice.)
O is for Ownership, which is what we
Must assume for this Oaf; also, Oligarchy.
P is for Pussy and Punish and Pride
And for Predator. President? Well, we’ll decide.
Q is the Quixotic Quest for the Quo
That his contractors earned pro their Quid. (Where’d he go?)
R is for Racist, Rapacious and Rotten,
And also Republican, lest we’ve forgotten.
S is for Sex and the Sadness that lingers
And Seeps from the Souls of the victims he fingers.
T is for Tacky, but mostly for Tired
Of Too many jokes where the punchline’s “You’re fired!”
U is the Unhappy United States
Of America, home to those humans he hates.
V is for Vile and Vulgar and Vain.
W’s for his supporters: Explain
Why this Weasel, this Wretched, Wet sack of raw Waste
Who’s unworthy of Women, Why’s he to your taste?
X is for Xenophobe; also the rating
Of language he uses re women he’s dating.
Y is for “Yuuge,” a colloquialism
Describing the size of the GOP schism
That’s Yawning more broadly with each passing day:
Yo, guys, he’s Your leader! He won’t go away!
Z is for Zealots, whom he’ll need to win,
In which case it’s also for what we’ll need:

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(adjective) see Donald Trump
“Such a nasty man.”

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Too Late

The weekend’s out there,
So I’m told.
I hope it comes
Before I’m old.

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I could see my breath tonight
My every word in misty white
Dissolving in the atmosphere
Till nobody could see or hear
Whatever I’d just said aloud
As weighty as a passing cloud
Of consequence
To no one
I’ve stopped making

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The Fattathalan

You say you’ve not yet Mice-and-Men’d?
You know the show’s about to end,
So what’s the hold-up? Where’s the rub?
Make tracks! ‘Cause check the facts, here, Bub:
Steinbeck’s work of heartbreak art
Can feed your every need. Let’s start
With puppies: M&M’s got nine!
And four come through completely fine!
Hate ’em? Gotcha covered: Five
Li’l S.O.B.’s do not survive.
The same dynamic plays as well
With pets who pack that old-dog smell
Like Candy’s dog, so sweet and fuzzy.
Carl doesn’t shoot him, does he?
Place your bets on Yes or No,
Then come and see. It’s in the show!
And, say, you seen the new kid yet?
That tart’ll steal your heart, you bet,
And if you’re a misogynist
Well, let’s just say you won’t be pissed
About the way the cookie crumbles.
Like it when a bully stumbles?
Johnny S. done wrote a script
In which the boss’s son gets stripped
Of dignity as well as fingers!
Even so, the bully lingers
Long enough to see his foe
Get his comeuppance, too. This show
Has something sweet for everyone!
Think comfy chairs are tons of fun?
Your avatar is there onstage!
Don’t care a Whit? Just turn the page
And set down on that keg instead
And let Crooks s’pose your bros are dead.
If you like keeping secrets, well,
We’ve got a couple not to tell,
And should you find delight in snitches,
We got lots them sonsabitches!
Say, you crave authority?
We’ve got a Boss (and so does he)–
Though, truth be told, the chance is Slim
Has more authority in him–
And if you’d rather show up late
And lie ’bout why you done it, great:
George’ll tardy hearty, too!
But four more shows is all we’ll do.
Lookit: Lennie’s all a-quiver
Lookin’ hard across the river
Toward where he and George are bound,
Where rabbits, ‘cots and nuts are found,
Where no one hurts nobody, and
Where everybody owns the land
The fat o’ which they live upon,
Where grain bag-buckin’ days are gone
And you can hardly cut the cream
Atop the milk…it’s like a dream
Of heaven here on earth. Suffice
To say, we think you’ll find it nice.

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I Wish We’d Get The Rabbits Pretty Soon

Although I’m Len in “Mice and Men”
I’m not a fan of mice herein,
By which I mean here, in my house.
Come on, let Lennie pet you, mouse!

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Nice Guy

Lennie’s no fighter–he don’t know no rules–
And Lennie’s no brighter’n men who are fools.
Though mostly he’s gentle, that one time in ten
He’ll forget, you’ll regret getting close to him then.

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