I ranted to the knave and fool,
I acted the obscenest tool,
To transform the polls.
Fit audience I found, but Clinton rules
The voter rolls.
I sought my betters: though in each
Fine manners, liberal speech,
Turn hatred into sport.
Nothing said or done can reach
My sadistic heart.
From a penthouse have I come.
Great pride, great rooms,
Maimed me at the start.
I carry to my bronzéd tomb
A sadistic heart.
August 20th, 2016 at 7:24AM
http://www.nytimes.com/2016/08/19/podcasts/understanding-the-trump-voter.html
August 20th, 2016 at 8:21AM
Is there a bigger ahole in America than the Donald. Nobody can trump in this regard.
August 20th, 2016 at 8:51AM
Another nice poem.
I’m guessing, though, that, like his toilet seat, his tomb would be either gilded or solid gold. But one is stuck with the iron laws of scansion, if one chooses that form.
Come to think about it, he is Midas, life blighted by a monomania of self, measured in gold. But, unlike the king in myth, he has no capacity for waking into remorse.
August 20th, 2016 at 9:49AM
Greg: I simply Googled “most expensive coffin,” and it came up bronze.
August 20th, 2016 at 10:13AM
Those are off the rack. I think Trump would go for a bespoke coffin.
August 20th, 2016 at 10:17AM
Greg: LOL.