Showing posts with label Roman Emperor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Roman Emperor. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 26, 2020

№ 864: An Imperial Intrigue

SLEEPLESS IN DC (May 25) 
It’s essential I find someone to blame
before this disease is attached to my name.

The “Spanish Flu” wasn't Spanish.
The Black Plague, not Black. (Rats and fleas!)
The current pandemic, Goddamnit,
though I say it is, it isn’t Chinese.
It would be a total pain in the rump
were Covid-19 deemed la maladie Trump.
(By Hydroxychloroquine, my elixir of Life!
La maladie Trump? Is that my wife?)

I need a crown. Perhaps a throne? OR
Imperial laurels. I do not want a corona!

Monday, July 30, 2018

№ 388: I, Donald

Guardian: Trump threatens government shutdown over immigration
President tweets demand for Democratic co-operation

“I would be willing to ‘shut down’ government if the Democrats do not give us the votes for Border Security,” the president tweeted, “which includes the Wall!”

The Cæsars and the Napoleons
and, of course, all of the tsars —
not to mention Hohenzollerns,
Hapsburgs. . .Ming the Merciless 
with Flash Gordon on Mars! —
would never permit the slightest whit
of opposition to darken their sky,
I herewith submit, if they took no shit,
then neither will I.

Tim O'Brien The Village Voice



Notable birthday for yesterday, July 29:
Benito Mussolini.
BORN ON THIS DAY
1883
Benito Mussolini



Friday, March 16, 2018

No. 292: A Miscellany: Donald, Bernie, Mitch & Paul

L'état, c'est moi 
I, Donald
As emperor, I, of course, refute
any and all attempts to dispute
my view of the world.
Where's my new suit?

Bernie's Backstory
To join in the fight for civil rights,
Bernie moved to Vermont, a state almost all white.
And not just in winter, it must be noted —
all year round when the ground is not snow-coated.
Was it fresh mountain air that lured him there,
the soothing cool breezes through his Einsteiny hair?
Was he unable to resist
being Vermont's pioneer Socialist?
The American public remains unsold.
Bernie must like being out in the cold.

Paul & Mitch
If Paul and Mitch ever come to their senses
drop their defenses, join the consensus,
remember to ask this ding-dong duo,
“What took you so long to see through the cuckoo?”


Monday, August 7, 2017

No. CXXV: Imperator

This New Roman Emperor
displaying distemper...
must we be in fear o'
this fiddlestick Nero,
this geezer Caesar,
this pussy squeezer?
How should we figure
this down-market Caligula?
Distasteful, disgraceful,
all ways in-your-face full,
though he's shot his wad,
he believes he's a god!
So sad to see the Republic reversed.
(Peace be upon him, Donald the Cursed.)