The Eighty-Sixing of Sarah Huckabee Sanders
Listen, my children, I’ll tell it again The tale of the valiant little Red Hen, But that will be the very last time, Since Stephanie Wilkinson doesn’t rhyme With anything, and only slanders Rhyme with […]
Author: Marcus Bales
Not much is known about Marcus Bales except he lives in Cleveland, Ohio, and his poems have not been published in Poetry or The New Yorker.
The Battle Hymn of the Bowling Green Massacre
No eyes have seen a massacre occur at Bowling Green As non-existent soldiers met with students never seen Where Kellyanne’s imagination lit her silver screen Her lies go marching on. Dilatory allegory Predatory oratory Don’t […]
Battle Hymn of the Trumpublic
Mine eyes have seen the Donald coming down out of his Tower With his asshole lips all puckered like he’s tasted something sour; Oh and look his hair is yellow from a hooker’s golden shower. […]
Golden Showers / Boy / In the End
Once you got away with talking bullshit Once you got away with talking bull Bleat, little Trumpy, bleat and lie And I will mock you as you cry. Golden showers make you thrill, Smile when […]
My Way by Donald J. Trump
And now, I’ve won the race, Thanks to my pal Vladimir Putin And though that’s a disgrace At least at State I don’t put Newt in. I’ve lied, and cheated too, to get my wealth […]
Ballade of the Climate Change Deniers
We’re urged to work hard to provide a good world for posterity, But sharing more fairly is something we ought to discuss. And why is it us who’s responsible for their prosperity? The time may […]
Auto-correction Has a Dirty Mind
Is it just me or do you find in auto-correct a dirty mind? There seems to be no phrase it won’t pervert. It’s substituting ‘limb’ for ‘lime’ and ‘hard’ for ‘had’ and ‘clit’ for ‘climb’ […]
Camelot: C’est Blanc!
BANNON: Scamalot! Scamalot! From far alt.right I smelled you there. Scamalot! Scamalot! In great regard I held you there. If I had a soul I’d be a coprolite — But now it’s enough that I […]