Holy Moly: Boasts, Be Not Unproud

Boasts, be not unproud, though some have called thee

“Locker room talk,” for thou art not so;

For those whom thou claim’st thou dost know

Signify not, poor brags, nor yet canst thou rattle me.

From day to day, which but thy comments be,

Much displeasure; then from thee much more must flow,

And soonest our worst candidate with thee do go,

Slip of the tongue, and boy’s club mentality.

Thou art condemned to apologists, pundits, and PR men,

And dost with assault, rape, and frottage dwell,

And respect or humility can make us vote as well

And better than thy ego; why swell’st thou then?

One short election past, we wake uncertainly

And threats shall be no more; Words, thou shalt not hurt me.

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