Poetics and Ruminations

Miss Pussy's Parlor Songs, Part Nineteen

PART NINETEEN
THE GIFT OF BRAG
Donald said in a fib quite specious
But in manner not ferocious
Though exceedingly egregious.
LOYALTY
Would you enjoy it if you were on Trumpkin's list?
Friend of the President, ever a loyalist?
Then you must swear it is only his arse you've kissed,
Psychoproboscularanalizationist!
TRUMPLIST
I want a parade, the clomping of feet,
I want to beat off to a drum!
I want to see everyone stand
And nobody kneel, but cheer as I come.
That rat-a tat-tat, the blare of a horn —
That rat-a tat-tat — it’s better than porn!
The sight of a drill will give me a thrill,
I thrill at the skill of everything horny!
I want a parade with hobbling vets,
A line of cadets, an aging brigade,
I want a parade!
ALLIGATORS
"Guys are losing their positions
Just because of alligators!
Who can work in such conditions?
Women are such operators!
"Where's the proof? Just one black eye?
Ladies are such dirty traitors.
Her ass meant that pigs can fly --
So can crocs and alligators!
"I'm a man of real convictions,
Not just fake news husband haters
Making up hallucinations
Convicting on mere alligators."
WITS
"I must keep my wits about me
Now that Rosenstein has said
They've indicted Russian hackers...,
Oh, I mustn't lose my head
"Over this -- there's no collusion,
Just unwitting dupes in bed
With my good pal Vlad Rasputin
Who was once a Commie Red
"But is now a great Dictator
That I do not need to dread.
I don't have a witless henchman --
I guess most of those have fled
"Into Witless Protection Programs
For the politically inbred,
And at worst my closest sidekicks
Are just half-witted instead.
"Once again I'm vindicated!
All my worries have been shed!
I'm no crook like Richard Nixon
And there will be no bloodshed!"
COCK OF THE WALK
The Cock of the Walk sees his flocks
Being murdered by a rabid fox.
He keeps his comments nice and bland
And sticks his head into the sand.

The Sonnetarium

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BODY PART 

(Listen to Lewis Turco read his poem, "Body Part.")

 

I offer you the same old gift again:

This ancient shriveled organ of my flesh

That we have used since who remembers when?

 

It’s shoddy now, but it was strong and fresh

When we were young. You held it in your hand

And felt its pulse when we had seed to thresh.

 

It throbbed for you and needed no command

To flame and ache when it was called upon

To do its duty, dilate and expand

 

To fill the evening or the breaking dawn,

The morn or afternoon with the lover’s art…,

So many years have passed now and have gone

 

To seed, so many organs have come apart --

Still, I offer you this same old heart.

 

By Lewis Turco

 

From The Sonnetarium, by Lewis Turco, New York: Bordighera Press (www.BordigheraPress.org ), VIA Folios 130, 2018. ISBN 978-1-59954-126-6, trade paperback. Available from any bookseller, on-line or off.

Miss Pussy's Parlor Songs, Part Eighteen

PART EIGHTEEN

 

SHUT UP!

January 20, 2018

 

Washington is shutting down,

Shutting down, shutting down,

Washington is shutting down,

My fair lady!

 

Donald Trump just won’t shut up,

Won’t shut up, won’t shut up,

Donald Trump just won’t shut up,

My fair lady!

 

Mitch McConnell can’t shut up

Can’t shut up, can’t shut up,

Mitch McConnell can’t shut up,

My fine fellow!

 

Paulie Ryan should shut up,

Should shut up, should shut up,

Paulie Ryan should shut up,

What a maroon!

 

Midnight and the government 

Is shut down, is shut down,

Midnight and the government 

Is no longer!

 

Paul and Mitch and Donald Trump

Shut it down, shut it down,

Paul and Mitch and Donald Trump

Finally shut up.

 

 

FAKE NEWS

 

"Nothing could be duller

Than to fire Robert Mueller

Way last su-u-um-mer.

I swear before my Maker,

Mister, nothing could be faker,

Or any dum-um-umber

Than these fake news stories

Slipped beneath my door,

Printed in the news rags

I want to see no more!

 

Fake investigations

As I deal with famous nations

Far from ho-o-o-ome!

Here among the Swiss

Why, there is nothing hit or miss

As I ro-o-o-oam.

If I had a cruller

I would swallow Robert Mueller

And I'd call it a day,

I'd chew him up and spit him out 

And then I would say, 

'Nothing would be duller

Than to fire Robert Mueller

In the su-u-um-mer.

I swear before my Maker, mister,

Nothing could be faker...,

Than to wait till sum-mer!'"

 

TRUMPED UP

 

“Andy McCabe is a dirty rat

Because his wife is a Democrat

And when I asked him how he voted 

He said my question was duly noted,

But he refused to say that he 

Had stood in the booth and chosen me

Which brought my blood up to a boil

Because I knew he wasn’t loyal.

Now he’s quit as deputy director

Of the Bureau — he’s a defector,

For he’s ‘retiring’ and people claim

I harassed his ass and I’m to blame

Because I traded tooth for tooth —

Nothing is farther from the truth!”

 

 

TRUMPTEAM

 

Things are seldom what they seem—

Tell me, are you on my team

Or are you a turncoat swine?

Tell me, Mr. Rosenstein.

 

Frequently,

That may be.

 

Justice is served publicly —

Will you serve it or serve me?

Will you act on my say-so,

Shifting as my winds may blow?

 

Yes, you’re right —

You are a kite.

 

I don’t trust you for a second!

You won’t do as you are beckoned,

You’re a lawyer with degrees ,

You’ll serve the law, Not my decrees!

 

That IS my job,

Yessiree bob.

 

Well, then you’re gone, so get thee hence!

Move your split ass off of that fence!

I need someone who’s on my side,

Not who will weigh and then decide.

 

Bye-bye, then, chief.

Don’t come to grief.

 

 

RINGS SURROUND PELOSI

 

Rings surround Pelosi,

And they give Trump a posy:

Ashes! Ashes!

Republicans fall down!

 

 

OLD CLEAN COAL

 

Old clean coal is a dirty

Old soul,

And a dirty old soul is he,

He calls for a pipe, for a dirty black smoke

Is all that he wants to be.

 

From MISS PUSSY'S PARLOR SONGS by Claudette McFang.