ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING WEIGHS IN
How Do I Love Thee?
Oh Dearest Donald
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach watching Mitch McConnell and Paul Ryan try to squirm away from you.
I love thee like a grotesque new balloon that the Tea Party forced into the Macys Thanksgiving Parade.
I love thee because you are the Fox News Frankenstein that escaped from the lab.
I love thee with a prayer that you are the captain of the red state Titanic.
And for now I shall not ponder that the god who sent you doth possess a sick sense of humor and that our dearest Hillary doth not fucketh this up.