Since I enjoy patterning after famous poems (see ‘When I Was a Lad’, ‘I Am The Perfect Pattern’ and ‘She’s a Liiier’), a blog contributor challenged me to pattern a poelitic after Vachel Lindsay’s ‘The Congo’. I don’t subscribe to the poem’s racism, but the rhyme and rhythm are marvelous.
The political news these days is about Republican pledged delegates voting their conscience.
Big, fat lies over cable news
Foxy views where facts are fables
Words were heard, reported over cable
…Shouted over cable
…Loud as he was able
Like a broken record, he repeated o’er
Trust me! Trust me! Trust me! Trust!
Then I heard supporters mired in the muck
Screaming o’er the airwaves how that they were stuck
Soon at the convention on the saddest note
All the Trumple delegates must cast their vote
…Ugh! Vote for Trumple
…Ugh! Vote for Trumple
…Ugh!
6/18/16
