Denizens of the Swamp
Lindsey
I’m sweating for money.
Campaign is dead broke
Fox news let me whine.
But the South’s becoming woke.
Haunted look in my eyes
Tells the tale of my demise.
Sucking up to the Trumpster,
The act McCain would despise.
I’m glad John went before me
At my wake, he’d make no appearance.
Hang with the sick get the sickness,
That’s simple social science.
Susan
I’m concerned to death about
A woman’s right to choose.
But a battle with Trump’s twitter
Is a brawl I’d surely lose.
I’m concerned to death about
Pre-existing conditions.
But my donors say no,
That means tax additions.
I’m concerned to death about
The pandemic-vs-Trump
But I’m just too darn tired
To admit that he’s a chump.
Bill
Give me death
If I can’t have theocracy.
Don’t substitute it
With some shabby democracy
Trump can be king
Of the US of A
But I will be
God of the whole DOJ
When covid stops my earthly toil
Far right my spirit leans.
Engraved on my tombstone:
The ends justify the means.
Calaveras literarias: a poetry form that is popular in Mexico during Día de los Muertos. These poems can be satirical or critical or just poke fun at the foibles of humankind. Initially they made fun of death itself, but later began to target political figures, government officials, and other celebrities.
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