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Hail the pool,
impotent of the promised land,
swamp-green
and fourteen billion deep,
a fake baptism
of patriotic sludge
peeling red, white, blue
from the walls
of your great achievements.
We give thanks
for the executive broth.
We give thanks
for the floating dead ducks.
O Commander,
Bigly Drainer of Swamps,
who came
with hydrogen peroxide prayers
and nanobubbles
fizzing psalms
through Tower glass,
who sent the alligators
hunting microscopic victories
in water
that would not obey
we honor your war
with the pond,
and with science itself.
For what is a pond
but an enemy of the people?
What is a duck
but a witness
to be poisoned?
Arrest the reporters.
Kill the footage.
Ring the dying water
with golden fences,
tall and sharp,
so none shall see
the green swamp truth
circling in the dark.
Praise the tariffs,
the extortion dressed as policy,
the hostage note called economy.
Praise the silent tax
paid by believers
in the drain.
Praise the wars
thrown open
like casino doors
Iran laughing last
at the global famine you started,
while Congress gurgles
the sound
of nothing ever changing.
And so we gather
at the water’s edge
to honor the oily surface
reflecting nothing,
the ducks
belly-white to the sky,
beaks open
in eternal quack,
circling forever
in the undrained dark
monuments to the promise,
apostles of impotence,
the loyal dead
of the great drain
that never came.
Hail the impotent
who could not
Drain the Swamp
for he was in it.
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You are so clever with the truth‼️Kudos‼️❤️
It truly is a reflecting pool of corruption and evil.