by Mark Danowsky
Vulgar 45, self-chosen wunder-king
Insists he can take a life with a 45
Fifth Ave, broad daylight
No one stops him
Ha, as if he would stop himself
Hang any henchmen
Who defy a single wicked whim
He begs you call him a joker
A clown, a magician
He calls himself master
Of misdirection, of monopoly
A game, he jests
That one about life
Behemoth of rage & spite
Batter truth with lies
Until truth cowers in a corner
Smirk of feckless beast
Mirror, mirror, what of this hair
Send a few minions
Storm the Capitol
Torch the word of fair
Suit of Big Mac & Diet Coke
Asks only the McPoem be gilded
45 laughs & laughs
Knowing a loss will be refused
As only a loser can lose
False god of the not unforsaken majority
False demon elite who preys on the powerless
He who claims to love what he loathes
He who cannot sanitize what he is
He who lets disease run rampant
To disenfranchise those already wronged
He who barks orders at the grotesque
To carry out the obscene
He who breaks the back of a thousand innocents
To grease his palms in 18 holes
Let us hope, yes, let us hope
Some few brainwashed undrink the Kool-Aid
There is no time like the present to accept
Our past is full of atrocity
And yes we can choose a new path
Back towards democracy
Mark Danowsky is Editor-in-Chief of ONE ART: a journal of poetry, Senior Editor for Schuylkill Valley Journal, Poetry Craft Essays Editor for Cleaver Magazine, and a Regular Contributor for Versification. He is author of the poetry collection As Falls Trees (NightBallet Press) and JAWN forthcoming from Moonstone Press.
