Tenderness from the Top

By Brent Johnson, Clam Gulch

Into the lips

of the Apocalypse

falls Devious Don.

Yet not a tear

will there appear

the moment he is gone.

Nefarious Newt

is kind of cute

we might miss him when he goes.

But Guliani

like bad salami

is hard on the average nose.

The final fate

of Christie’s Gate

will come in a court of law.

With Jersey ringing

from Muslim singing

that Donald never saw.

Malice free

may our chalice be,

pour me a cup of tenderness.

For Truth I thirst

till my soul might burst,

and Hillary might render this.