Californian In The White House

When critics carped that W.
Was worst, I’d ask them, “Surely, you
Recall the horrors Tricky Dick
Inflicted on us?” In the thick
Of Donald Trump’s dominion, though,
I can’t dispute we’ve reached a low
“Unpresidented” heretofore.
Congrats, DT: You broke the floor!
The depths you’ve plumbed make Nixon’s bummers
Almost quaint…and he had plumbers!
Nixon showed a sense of shame;
I doubt The Donald feels the same.
Chagrin afflicts the self-aware.
For Trump, there’s simply no “there” there,
Like California, per Ms. Stein.
Your views may vary; this one’s mine.


Tall Tales

Georgie’s daddy had a tree
That got chopped down and George said he
Could not recite a lie: He’d done it!
(That’s how History has spun it.)
Donny T. in Georgie’s place’d
Have claimed the cherry tree’d been aced
By Isis-loving Mexicans
Then blamed Obama, just for grins.

The Half-Life Of Horror

It’s difficult maintaining rage
When every day we turn the page
From yesterday’s appalling gaffe
To one that’s new and worse by half.
Today’s atrocity grows faint
So rapidly it’s almost quaint
A week from now, like old invective:
Gable’s damn was more effective
In its day than pussy was
Just eight short months ago, because
Revulsion has a sell-by date.
Does clusterfuck offend you? Wait
A week, and if you’re still offended,
Great! That means the slide has ended–
No more depths are left to plumb!
But Trump’s too clusterfucking dumb.