He Eat Dolce Vita

He fly the vulture

He swamp the monster

He the hound dog brother

He stranger than danger

He that whistler’s mother

He the sunshine faker

He look orange monkey

He big Beastie’s bestie

He be Frankenstein’s baby

He wheel the dealer

He Hoodoo da Leader

He do voodoo healer

He cure Che Guevara

He cancel the culture

He eat dolce vita

He Tweet the Junkie

He the golden tower

He Big City Selfie

He shower the power

He reheat old Dixie

He the law and disorder

He turkey pardon plenty

He Black Friday frenzy

He got dictator envy

He get wife for trophy

He weenie Mussolini

He fit golf buggy snugly

I say . . .

“Arrivederci teenie il duce!”

He virus sponsor

He the uber spreader

He the generous donor

He big bad loser

He snacks on grandma

He sports the Spandex

He spirits the implants

He squeeze the juices

He cheese the slices

He speaks the corn flakes

He teach true science

He stole the Tardis

He Doctor Who’s nemesis

He give narcissism meaning

He defeat Professor Virus

He Warp the Speed King

He stalk the Great Walrus

He darkness footsteps

He seeks patriot short pants

He give rabies romance

He tax man hocus pocus

He in congress the office

He the coitus POTUS

He jack the Wall Street

He crack pepper the market

He cheat the counterfeit

He preach the false profit

He smokes and he mirrors

He confederates the riot

He the working class opiate

He nominates total control

He bork the process

He sold his lawyer’s soul

He broke the compass

He make the snake oil

He spark the trailer park

He poke the gun smoke

He split the cruise ship

He beserk the shop clerk

He strain the mutation

He bull the china shop

He mainline division

He got all you watching

As he twerk the O ring

He sky high deception

He shame the brand name

He Iran the Hit Man

He plastic road trip

He big power addiction

He reap a bitter crop

Sooner or later

He may get better

When his withdrawals

Have finally

Come to a full stop ⚫ πŸ™

~ David B. Redpath Β©2021


David B. Redpath Β© 2021

46 thoughts on “He Eat Dolce Vita”

    1. A landslide of thank yous, Elle πŸ’›
      My hat says …
      “Make Him Stop Grating … Again!”
      On TV I saw him on the podium
      gyrating ( Or was it dancing?)
      during that non-stop re-election
      campaign. Fear not, the end is
      in sight.


      1. The Cake of State 🍰 got altered
        and then left out in the rain β˜”
        Somewhere in MacArthur Park?
        🎢 I don’t think that I can take it
        ‘cause it took so long to bake it 😒
        and I’ll never have that recipe again.

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  1. This is so incredible that I need to adopt a french accent and say instead ‘magnifique!
    However, were I to suggest any change, it would be a simple one: Replace all instances of ‘He’ with ‘Me’, on the grounds that it would provide the proper perspective for the orange πŸ’©’s egocentrism.

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    1. From the rose garden of my heart,
      thank you very much πŸŒΉπŸ™
      I wouldn’t dare speak on his behalf.
      Like one of his lawyers I could end
      up in jail, and cut adrift. Unless one
      gets a Presidential Pardon πŸ¦ƒπŸ˜Ž

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  2. The form this poem takes reminds me of “We Real Cool” by Gwendolyn Brooks. As for the content, it’s spot-on, as any sentient being could confirm. Watching the news this week, I fear that even when Trump is gone, the Trumpism he spawned won’t be, and they have an abundance of weapons, a paucity of brains, and no moral compass. A very, very dangerous combination.

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    1. Thanks for that, Liz πŸ™πŸ’›
      You’ve just inspired me to give
      it a tweak, a tweet, and a twerk,
      for the sake of poetic justice.
      But as you know, being an alien πŸ‘½
      I never make unsolicited comments
      regarding U S politics 😱 πŸ•ΆοΈ

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  3. This was super creative and different somehow, and made me smile. Artwork is paradoxically beautiful and frightening. Love the colours, brushstrokes, layout, particularly of the second one. πŸŽ¨πŸ’—

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    1. After 4 years of watching that
      slow motion train wreck called
      The Fake Truman Show, it was
      time to write a review before
      the circus leaves town 😎
      Very gratifying that you liked
      my dabbling, Lia πŸ™ I did some
      digital filtering after splashing
      the oil paints around πŸ’¦πŸŽ¨

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      1. Oh and I thought, from a previous comment on a different post around election time, that you were also against Biden! Well, your wordplay was smashing. Very cool that you paint with oils. My mom sometimes did also. πŸ‘©β€πŸŽ¨πŸ–ΌπŸ’›

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      2. As Leonard Cohen once said …

        I’m sentimental,
        if you know what I mean.
        I love the country
        but I can’t stand the scene.
        And I’m neither left or right,
        just staying home tonight,
        getting lost
        in that hopeless little screen.
        But I’m stubborn as those garbage
        bags that time cannot decay.
        I’m junk, but I’m still holding up
        this little wild bouquet.
        Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

        With oils you need to be very neat
        or be prepared to live with the mess
        … much like U.S. politics πŸ€”
        I can only guess that your mum was
        the type to clean up after herself 🎨
        … unlike Trump 😎
        I’m sure Biden, the winner of that
        Geriatric Beauty Pageant, couldn’t
        be any worse. But will he outlast
        Kamala Harris❓ Private interests,
        lobbyists πŸ€‘ loaded up with bags
        of big business cash πŸ’΅ have totally
        corrupted the political process.
        If I was a cynical person I might
        just say that sleepy Joe is just
        another pig with his snout in the
        trough. But I’m not, so I’ll speak
        only of the President Elect with
        due respect πŸ˜‡ πŸ•ΆοΈ

        As Bob Dylan might say …

        Money doesn’t talk, it swears.
        Political propaganda, it’s all phony.
        Goodness hides behind it’s gates,
        but even the President of the
        United States sometimes
        must have to stand naked.
        Though the rules of the road have
        been lodged, It’s people’s games,
        you got to dodge.
        But it’s alright, Ma, I can make it.

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      3. I am glad you can make it. As well as freely write it and paint it. :)) Democracy definitely helps with that, and voting preserves it. :)) πŸ™‹β€β™€οΈπŸ—½πŸ”†

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  4. Your artwork is fabulous. When I reached the end of the poem, I was thinking about how the poem plays with including and excluding verbs. When I saw the image, it stopped me in my tracks because it was a person who was still but was being pierced by the line. There is both stillness and movement, which made me think about the lines in your poem that are both still (no verbs) and in motion (with verbs.) – L.J.

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    1. Thanks John, and may
      the Desiderata be with you.
      As you correctly diagnosed,
      I was greatly influenced
      to write this piece by that
      other John 😎 So I made
      the choice to make mention
      of the Great Walrus.
      May he rest in peace πŸ™

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    1. Being a lawyer, you’ll appreciate
      that I never name names, Anna 😎
      just in case Rudy is listeningπŸ‘‚
      This piece of writing came to me
      in the form of a scary dream 😱
      late at night, during the witching
      hour⌚with a full moon rising πŸŒ•

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