The next time
Hillary Rodham Clinton
thinks about
riding a golden elevator
to the top of an ivory tower
so she can virtue signal
from on high
to the basket
of deplorable masses
below,
she might want
to first consider
a few words
that were
uttered in the past.
After you’ve alluded
to black youth
as being super-predators
that must be brought
to heel,
it becomes difficult
to then call
other people racist.
(It smells
like your own
projected vomit)
After you’ve praised
a man who served
as a high-ranking
member of the KKK
as being your mentor,
you then sound
like a goddamned fool
when you call
someone else a bigot.
When you previously opposed
gay marriage
for decade after decade
until finally amending your position
only after it became
politically expedient to do so
in the corrupt circles
you like to run in,
it then sounds delusional
when you call other people
homophobic.
(Maybe you
hit your head
more times
than has been admitted)
[I hope it wasn’t
with one of those hammers
your criminal crew
uses to smash
cellphones]
{Those things
can do serious damage
to one’s memory
files
when they
need to be
forgotten}
When you’ve been in bed
with some of the damnedest
dictators on the planet
and have been
sucking cash
from the teat
of their oil wells
in Saudi Arabia
by the million
to run your
shady foundation
and campaign,
when you then call
other people
prejudiced and misogynistic
it must just be
because you’ve (again) forgotten
that your business pals
murder homosexuals
and treat women as subjects.
(My best advice
at this point
is to shut up
and go away)
[Because the truth
sure as hell
never will]
{You might want
to ride off into the sunset
while you’re still free
or else you might
wind up
locked down
in a cage}