He Rules The World

Rejoice in his power, you racist swine.
Rejoice in his greed, money-worshippers.
He rules the world to make himself more flush,
This vendor of trinkets and bric-a-brac,
Over-priced and useless, symbols of excess.
His ego is centipedal. It looks in
On the cosmic emptiness of his soul.

Breathe deep the lies of a perfect creep.
He’s right about everything and does no wrong
Screwing the hungry, the elderly, the poor.
He has overthrown science, perverted truth
To serve only himself and some billionaires.
He’s a dummy who wants to run the best schools.
The law must bow before him, the media

Must burnish his slick name, no matter what.
Judges who follow precedent, death to them.
Members of Congress, vote his way or else.
He never saw a system he couldn’t cheat.
Let two-thirds of the Supreme Court prance
Naked around the burning Constitution.
Turn the barbarians loose if they’re for him.

Gilt and sleaze define his sense of beauty.
Equality is abolished. White wins!
Let allies bend and kiss his pampered ass.
Let acquisition trump any other good.
Unfurl the banner of pure selfishness.
No sacred cows. Everything is for sale.
He rules the world or his delusions do.

John Jiambalvo is the author of two collections of poetry, Shadows Walking Among Questions and Americana Collection, as well as a satiric novel, Smirk. Read other articles by John.