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LITERARY NOOK
Pindar prods Pepe Batbon
Ode to a Lying Lymph Node
Thanks to prodding from Pindar (522 B.C.-c.440 B.C.)
The doctor said of lying lymph nodes I have plenty
hundreds inside me in fact they are all over the place
most help me out with hiding tax reports and money
and disguise inner feelings about immigrants and race.
Their filter function produces ‘believe me’ uncouth truth
I have my lying aides call them all alternative facts
let my insulting comments and tweets be read forsooth
let my ever changing beleaguered staff do the redacts.
Believe me I will continue my leering lymphatic lying
over my next three, the best in history, presidential years
my base, the nation and world can’t say I’m not trying
to use these lying lymph nodes located under my ears.
To all readers concerning my lying lymphadenopathy
believe me I want no criticism and need no empathy.
Drumpf-Filled Days of Puerile Praise
Here, Pindar prods me out of an existential malaise.
At all times I’m in need of praise
from any and all that care to give
let it pour like rain in a misty haze
filtering through my egotistic sieve.
lay on more praise as thick as gravy
filtered through narcissistic lymphs
rivers of praise in my cerebrum wavy
lies about all my conquered nymphs.
call me Money Man, Golf Man, Bigly
Lord of the Links, Gold Guru in power
my synapses get all jiggy and wiggly
as I sing with joy in my golden shower.
a brand new White House holiday carol
praising my persona, pathetic and puerile.
