Thursday, November 21, 2019

Heaves of Gas: The Impreachment Herrings - poem

Lawrence Hall
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Heaves of Gas

On the Impreachment Herrings of 2019

I sing the body eclectic
The folds of bow ties and uniforms

These Misters and Colonels and Honorables Thurston Howell III

Is he a Harvard man or a Yale man?

Bon mots and witticisms flung like elegant poo

These Misters and Colonels and Honorables Thurston Howell III

They rise to points of ordure
They sit amid the car’ved wood
They sit beneath the air-conditioning
They disapprove of each other
Sternly

These Misters and Colonels and Honorables Thurston Howell III

Twittering that he said that she said that they said that she said that he said that she said that they said that she said that he said that she said that they said that she said that he said that she said that they said that she said

Park Avenue in attire
Middle-school faculty commons in speech

Fine, tall young men open doors for them
Fine, tall young men drive them about in polished hearses
Fine, tall young men usher them through corridors
Fine, tall young men guard them, and keep them safe
And push their buttons for the elevators

These Misters and Colonels and Honorables Thurston Howell III

And a sick old man who may or may not have been carried to hospital twitters curses upon them while they twitter sneers upon him and upon each other without ever splitting an infinitive

Heaves of gas
Expensive heaves of gas

O I say these now are the stole!

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