I
Between two grifters,
The main thing moving
Was his puckered mouth.
II
Oz to Trump to Kennedy—
Like mythology’s
Dog with three heads of harm.
III
The blackguard’s lies whirl like autumn winds—
A crude part of his political pantomime.
IV
A pregnant woman
May want one,
Or may not want to stay pregnant—that pill
Could land her in jail.
V
I do not know which to abhor,
The ugly corruption
Or ugly lies and innuendos,
Or the serious demeanor
Instead of laughter.
VI
There was a time long ago
Before that barbaric case,
Before tamper-proof
Bottles were the norm,
Before innocence
Was erased in the shadow
Of an indecipherable crime.
VII
Oh thin-skinned of MAGA,
Why do you adore your orange buffoon?
Do you not see how he stomps
Sense for greed
And walks all over you?
VIII
I still remember the cost
Of it on the insurance bill for
The birth of our first:
Nearly one hundred dollars
For Tylenol.
IX
When these charlatans talked autism,
It marked the edge
Of another circle of hell.
X
At the sight of these frauds
Facing the TV lights,
Even the bawds of infamy
Would cry out in shame.
XI
He rose over the nation
From crass lust,
Swindles, and gaudy rooms
That many mistook
For shades of genius. A conman
Needs his marks.
XII
His mouth is moving.
The blackguard must be lying.
XIII
It was evil all afternoon.
Sickness was growing
In the body of the nation—
A white, hot fever,
Too serious for Tylenol.
