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.
