Presidentiad, 2013

                                                           Presidentiad, 2013

As the Republic lay still

By the Banksters be-stilled,

The Commander-in-Chief of Unemployment

Called forth the future and the dream:

The startled queens of the Stonewall Bar

Would be immortalized in bronze---

Their butt-tight britches

Cast for eternity on the National Mall.

The Love That Dare Not Speak Its Name

(That famous press at the Federal Reserve)

Would so willingly press

To willingness

That trillions would issue in a rush---

As the rejoicing Artic regells

From the melted-silver

Of Republican teaspoons.

The Generals would return for solemn thanks

For parking their tanks a quarter-century

In no man's land:

Thus insuring: glory eternal. 

For the dream, the dream, the dream still lives!

Or for at least as long

As the CEO with the big grin can slip

The one-hundred million in his jacket pocket.

                                                                                             Will Morgan

                                                                                            January 22, 2013