The Grand Old Party by S.A. Griffin

 

the Star Spangled Banner is playing so loudly
that nobody at the party can hear Lady Liberty’s muffled screams
coming from inside the Lincoln Bedroom

flat on her back Liberty is doing all that she can to fend off
an unsteady Trump Daddy drunk with power

he has an executive hand over her mouth
while his other fat fingers climb up her garments
desperately attempting to find their way past her port of entry
and into her sunset gates, “C’mon, Liberty baby –
lemme smack that sweet huddled ass of yours
yearning to breathe free. You know you want it!”

the Donald’s aerodynamic pomp quacks and achieves liftoff
cutting manic shadows into the bedroom walls as he
smashes his tiny Trump thing into Liberty’s weakening flesh

Uncle Sam is catching all the action standing sentry
behind home plate in front of the locked door
the old wizened white beard waving his hot dog wildly about
shouting, “Uncle Sam wants you to play ball!”

outside in the Rose Garden
Congress is making hay with the gerrymandered vote
holding hands kumbaya like for the cameras
singing Citizens United and it feels so good

Emma Lazarus rises from the grave on the shoulders of
uncountable millions upon millions of wounded women roaring
ME TOO across the crowded centuries

President Great Again deaf to their declaration
continues ripping away at Lady Liberty’s tattered gown

the ghost of Emma Lazarus
breaks down the door of the Lincoln Bedroom
shattering the supreme darkness
as the colossus of angry women comes rushing in behind her

they will not be denied

it’s the Donald’s Waterloo

not even Putin can save him

______________

9/23/18

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4 Responses to “The Grand Old Party by S.A. Griffin”

  1. Carter Monroe Says:

    Great work here, compadre!!!

  2. Thanks!!

  3. Pris Campbell Says:

    Fantastic poem, S.A. i love the way you interweaved the orange man’s fat hand over our political mouths with that of the oh so innocent activities of the wasnnabe judge,

  4. Thanks Pris. Yeah, this is exactly how Trump Thing has been treating everything from the git. In temperament and character alone, Kavanaugh has no right to be seated on the highest court. But he and Trump Thing are frat boys of feather. And shits of a feather, fuck together.

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