The fiscal cliff loomed large in the poetic imagination this week, also Donald Trump:
We must avoid this oncoming cliff!
Or the question will be “when” not “if”.
The nation will slide,
Into the divide,
‘Tween reason and the Tea Party shift.
There once was a man named John Boehner
Who worked as an animal trainer.
He confronted the elephant
But his words were irrelevant
He’s nuts, but his party’s insaner.
“Forty-seven percenters love ‘stuff.’
For you moochers it’s never enough.
You welfare rock-bottomites
You smug urban sodomites…”
Oh Mitt. We know losing is rough.
Donald Trump needs a change of careers –
Knocking doors to sell ladies’ brassieres?
Cleaning fast-food grill spatter
Sweeping dogs’ fecal matter…
Oh well — from my mouth to God’s ears.
How old is the earth, do you wonder?
If you’re Marco Rubio you’ll blunder,
“Take the Genesis history -
Scratch my head at the mystery –“
And maybe Iowa won’t put me asunder.”
Born in Ottawa, Ill.