O Captain!
Not my Captain!
There’s static
On the wheelhouse radio,
All the old man hears
Is threats.
He pulls his whistle madly,
O the piteous tweets,
And swears he’ll crash
The ship of state
Unless we all agree
His shores a-crowding
Are bigger
Than Lincoln’s.
Parkstreet
2 comments:
So clever and so true, dear Kent. God help us all.
Yet he continues to get away with it.
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