No, I’m still retired from writing these Notebooks, but the combination of a pandemic in the streets and a paranoiac in the White House was unduckable: Too much time on my hand; I had to write about him. If you’re reading Creative Loafing Tampa Bay you’re already on the right side, but there’s no real attacking someone like President Trump; only mockery will do. Still, a little poetry may help you endure until we’re rid of him, or at least smile a little.
It’s come to this: A man too sick
at heart to hold himself in check
sucking up vinegar and bile
like the kings who used to foil
an imagined poisoner’s attack
by taking sips of arsenic
has tricked us nabbed us by the neck
soiling America mile by mile
It’s come to this:
His wall is rising brick by bloody brick
Believe it Get up Time to take it back
He aims at strutting down the aisle
wiping off your smart-ass smile
We’ve come to this:
He wants a wall like he wants a bigger dick
Peter Meinke is still Poet Laureate of Florida. His latest book is “Tasting Like Gravity,” U. of Tampa Press 2018.
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