Letter to a Young TrumpianA Poem by MontagLetter to a Young Trumpian
I have
no taste for pompousness unless gilded and eponymous for
that my taste is bottomless (I also favor toplessness) My
point is: never be monogamous, impartial or anonymous Maximizing
all attention guarantees your own ascension always
being noticed is the path to being POTUS.
But
even if metastasized one’s prominence can amortize til no
more magic carpet ride, so keep on pushing til
resistance gives a boost to your existence. Better wrong than boring. Hell is other people snoring as you
dare to not apologize. In place of acquiescence recreate your adolescence in the
embryo of morning as the dulcet song of scorning mingles with the smell of day-old fries. Rid yourself of satisfaction, disputate the next transaction. Churning,
baby, churning: that’s my kind of lifelong learning Think
of all a rube will swallow as he paddles in the shallows in
distracted interaction with the memes he doesn't mind. Voting
tallies, cheering rallies, riot as my grand finale--oops! All out of
time. a last, lonely soliloquy: They
should cherish and enshrine me, but they treat me so unkindly Only
serving to remind me that I’ve lived my life divinely A
divinity unteachable and, it turns out, unimpeachable They say it’s not repeatable perhaps not even treatable. © 2024 MontagReviews
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