seen and done it all, gaming
the gruesome Game with the
best of the upright slime. She
knows where the bodies are

buried, having planted a few
herself and she knows where
the money’s stashed and who
to stroke to get it. And best

of all, she knows how to kill
with a viper’s smile and a
sparkling, sickening sincerity,
preaching that famously

institutionalized Democratic
Party swill about hope and
fairness, while waving that
tattered, flaming flag of Empire

exceptionalism. And she’s
swell at the vision thing, too,
proudly reassuring us we’re
still aboard the good ship,

Lollipop, sailing those
mythological seas of neo-
liberal criminality. So get
ready, campers, here comes

that rusted and bloodied
Clinton train, here come
four more years of happy
death by drone, NSA spying,

White House Easter egg
hunts, presidential dog
stories and midnight Seal
attacks amidst the anxiety

and fear for all but snake-
skinned Oligarchs, movie stars
and quarterbacks. And Bill
and Monica, they’re back, too!

Paul Lojeski's poetry has appeared in journals and online. He’s also the author of the satiric novel, The Reverend Jimmy Pup. He lives with his wife and daughter in Port Jefferson, NY. Read other articles by Paul.