While we breathlessly await the Godot-like Clint Eastwood piece, let’s have some terza rima on politicians, the unspeakable swine…
When The Going Gets Trough
McNulty and Smith have well-buried their snouts
In the public’s pockets, the endless full trough
That drowns any ethics, submerges all doubts.
They hardly look up as they heartily scoff
The rich swill that’s so unctuous and free:
What will it take to make them fuck off?
The drooping jowls, the belly’s immensity
The shifty eyes–all these tell the tale
Of greed’s all-consuming and shameless intensity.
Kick them, beat them, throw them in jail,
(perhaps we could eat them with sauerkraut)
Now is the time to drive the final nail.
Let’s hope we soon experience a drought
Of politicians: such swine we can do without.