Popular Poems About Tragedy

Fuck off, MAGA, and your mad assail;  
you no more own the skies of liberty  
than the Pequod owned that honky whale  
or Ahab all the hate he put to sea.  
 
My father's "good news" was a flimsy blade  
he chose to wield for the greater good  
but the news today would see him dismayed  
at decency no longer understood.  
 
So now words must be of sterner steel  
as..."naught's an angle to the iron way"  
to rend a path back to what we feel  
about the heartless fuckers holding sway...   ...

The mind gets boggled awful hard
when folks do stupid things,
like hoist with their own petard
outrageous votes for kings.

Bombs away, sirs, in your own boots,
to step in your own deuce,
but progress seeks far better routes...
where dipshits just vamoose!