Swinish brutality traipses in
on the worn heels of glory.
He smacks a sandbox pail with a sharp stick
leading the ocarina marching band.
He whispers a word in the ear of September
that grows into a shriek in the throat of November.
The tickle and whiff of cheap cologne follows
like a dropping line of weather.
The sheen of product
blinds all who look upon
the conked porcupine atop his head.
Something else is more important
so you must be wrong.
Everything isn't enough
unless it is one hundred percent perfect.
The sand in this sandbox isn't sterile enough.
I want my jelly apple!
And blind man's eyes were opened and Jeebus spake unto him
"Your exquisitely perfect recitation of orthodox doctrine
has made you well. Go then and smite the poor and lame."
Petty cruelty, cable television
and breast implants
Have made this country what it is today.
Gawd bless America!
We have a long way to travel.
I can't believe we ever let him drive the bus.