I would pay a pretty tuppence to see his highness get his comeuppance. His smug assurance, his galling preening. He’s like a babe in need of weaning, sucking at the teat of fame. What other mortal needs his name written on towers around the world? He’s Ozymandius, stone lip curled in cruel splendor, sure in his power reasserted on every tower. But remember, as he counts each coup, how all the mighty have fallen, too. False knights wear armor prone to tarnish. His Midas touch will lose its varnish. We’ll laud the day when he’ll be dumped— That day when he’ll be over-trumped!
There’s spiked interest in forgiving. It’s become the newest fad. Sis forgave her boyfriend and my mom’s forgiven Dad. Isis forgave the infidels and Christians forgave arabs. Egypt forgave England for absconding with their scarabs. Now the Nepalese love China, they called them on the phone and China made a promise to leave Everest alone. Ukraine made up with Russia. Mongols gave up declining to give any permits for the Chinese to keep mining. The world would be so perfect, given all of these befriendings; but sadly, only fairytales have these happy endings.
Can’t you see it, my fine sir? Your life is one long racial slur, combined with the disdain you feel for a fine calf in a high heel. You rail and sputter, rage and roar until your scorn becomes a bore. A petulant and spoiled child, you bring out what is dark and wild in those you seek to represent, ’til all of us are madness bent.
Others seek to stem the tide. They match your vain despotic pride with reason, kindness, calls for peace. On their calm waters, you float like grease. How can our country have sunk this low? We’re pulled out by your undertow. We struggle here, in sight of land where calm and justice have been banned.
You are the antithesis to reason. Charged with infamy and treason, you simply hold a mirror to the truth and say it isn’t you! Slinging charges wild and truthless, you show your nature: vain and ruthless. You pollute our rivers, offend our friends. The harm you do just never ends.
The principles of our constitution cry out for their restitution. These shores that welcomed your family call out for equality. Those rights women have fairly won are not yet ready to be done. WE THE PEOPLE seek to be heard. We’re tired of actions we find absurd.
In place of your outrageous gall, we seek your silence once and for all!
I made a misstatement in my last “Odd Ball” post for Cee’s prompt. I mistakenly said it was a photo I’d altered with my photo editing program (Photos, by Apple) when in fact it was a detail from a collage I did while at forgottenman’s house in Missouri a few years ago.
In response to the photo I posted, I got this query from anglogermantranslations:
Every time I put it on, it runs down the hill.
I never had the knack of it, and now I never will.
Each eyelash might be clad in it, but in just a minute,
a tear goes streaking down my cheeks with my eye makeup in it.
It’s not that I am not adept. It goes on beautifully.
And I fan my new-made eyes ’til dry, dutifully.
Then I remember that a jerk is in the White House now.
At first I wonder why and then, I remember how
the majority of citizens voted for this churlish
oaf because the female candidate lacked being girlish.
Now eye makeup for me is simply something in the past,
for I can’t keep a dry eye over how our nation’s cast.
I have fears that for four years our nation will be limping,
so when it comes to eye makeup, I’m giving up my primping.
I think a lot of tears will flow down here in the dumps
now that the oval office officially is Trump’s.