I wrote a poem.
You want to hear it? It’s a fun little poem.
Open up all your holes when you listen to this.
Here I stand, huffing and puffing like a horny beast, wet at the mouth. Lo,
I am a flexing pig. My speeches, scant, senseless, the rhythm of an idiot.
I piss vinegar on the black and the brown. Orange? I am rusted, rippled,
white-lipped, tossing my jaw back and forth, belching bloody bile. I’m a fat, little redhead….ever
lonely, never loved, pure ego. Let the nukes fly,
bursting prostate-choked pearls of [bleep] spilling from my gnarled
acorn. I am the trumpet in the sky.
I am the bringer of death. I am the fire dog,
according to China. I’ve muttered these sick
and sad psalms of vigorous stupidity
for months. You depart from Plato’s cave. Stop screaming silent
at the shadows on the wall. Agitate me, disrupt me,
save me from myself. Let me be an absurd,
oily sideshow, the inverted clown, who snidely molests people with my smarm.
Tell me you’re fired. Return me to New York,
to eat amuse-bouches at Per Se. And I will sit alone
in my tower, gold and chrome, wondering about the time
I almost destroyed the world. We’re
gonna make America great again!