Silky Cornucopia of Crap
by The Fly
what silky cornucopia of crap is this —
to meander a while, I cannot resist
forgive me, I’m no political insider
I nearly crashed into that plexiglass divider
how’d I even get into this hermetically sealed hall
with no security badge — just a fly on the wall
one minute I’m chillin' on the Tabernacle dome
when a gust of air whisks me into this catacomb
I’m usually attracted to soft, stinky goo
that ivory landing strip looked irresistably new
whoever groomed it, groomed it quite well
but believe you me, it stunk to Holy Hell!
what’s worse, I now have a fever and a cough
must’ve caught something, from this old jerkoff
take care of that pink eye, oozing with gangrene
before you ever lecture me about hygiene!
what silky cornucopia of crap is this —
to not rhyme about it, I would be remiss
dedicated to Liza Donnelly, who gave me top billing in her delightful cartoon recap of the veep debate
more poetry inspired by unusual items on Mike Pence’s head
