I Grow Weary Watching Evil Men Gloat, a poem by Alexander Manzoni

by Alexander Manzoni, Regular Contributor

Sunlight fading. The day, it draws to a close.
Most of those who were at work are now home.
Some undoubtedly drunk, by now,
and swerving on the road: barhopping, pub crawling.
Maybe they’re even in costume
(it is VERY close to Halloween).
A spooky scene of cobwebs and plastic spiders
are hung across town.
Halloween is not SO evil.
The True Evil, it exists before us in smiling, friendly politicians.
They’re extending limp handshakes to donors.
Trump has been giving them all boners.
They should rearrange their pants, to hide their shame.
And find SOMEONE ELSE to BLAME for EVERYTHING.
The Pain that they bring is lamentable.
There should be an incentive
for all of us to get up off our cushioned asses
AND VOTE.
I grow weary watching evil men gloat.
Bragging about their shameful misgivings.
They’re transforming What’s Wrong into things
they can be proud of.
#BeersForBrett
You still don’t get it?
Maybe you are beyond help.
Don’t you want to get well?
Or are you fine with The Way Things Are?
Are you fine with how they have been shaping up
these past couple of years?
My greatest fears materialize as
the presenting red ass of a GIANT baboon.
GO AHEAD AND
KISS THE G.O.P. ON THE LIPS.
Now, tell me you enjoyed that.
It is the lingering taste of
primate feces.
Is THIS what Our Species has
COME TO?
NO! Please, SAY IT ISN’T TRUE.