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Poems of the Week
High and Dry
by Julia Griffin
“Trump hangs autopen photo instead of Biden portrait in new presidential gallery”
—The Guardian
In Biden’s place, he hangs an autopen,
With all his customary grace and sense.
No honor, then, for Sleepy Joe; but then,
Consider how Trump would have hanged Mike Pence.
Faust-Tracked
by Stephen Gold
“Seven charities have dropped the Duchess of York as a patron or ambassador after an email
from 2011 revealed that she called sex offender Jeffrey Epstein her ‘supreme friend’…”
—BBC
If you have nothing in the bank,
Beware the charismatic Yank
Who offers to relieve your plight.
Although his “kindness” may delight,
Its price is forfeiting your soul,
And now, to boot, your royal role.
O Fergie, why were you so dumb
To gobble each and every crumb
That creep dropped in your yawning maw?
How was it that you never saw
That feeding from his toxic hand
Would so contaminate your brand?
You think the reckoning’s severe?
Well, here’s the honest truth, my dear.
Kowtowing to a pedophile
Attracts a special kind of bile.
The lesson’s clear: If, craving ease,
You lie with dogs, then you get fleas.
A Grave Mistake
by Alex Steelsmith
“Human remains found in bag at Tampa International Airport…”
—Tampa Bay Times
Sniffingly, whiffingly,
airport authorities
might have smelled something that
raised a red flag.
Had it been traveling
transcontinentally?
Was it concealed in a
carrion bag?
On a Spectrum All His Own
by Chris O’Carroll
“President Trump and top federal health officials on Monday launched a broad offensive against
the mainstream understanding of autism, claiming without new evidence that acetaminophen—
the active ingredient in the common pain reliever Tylenol—was a cause of the disorder.”
—The New York Times
The Nobel Peace Prize still eludes his grasp,
But he could win for Medicine, perhaps.
This is his MAGA version of life hackery—
A deep dive in the shallow end of quackery.
AI Delusional Disorder
by Miriam N. Kotzin
“The mass adoption of large language model (LLM) chatbots is resulting in large numbers
of mental health crises centered around AI use…”
—Futurism
Are you the victim of a grand
conspiracy? Has someone planned
to take you for a one-way ride?
Or do you stay awake, blear-eyed,
with every Erdős problem solved,
transnational disputes resolved
by you, who also have designed
a no-stick bundt pan? You’re inclined
to run things by your chatbot now
(you favor Gemini) and vow
that you’ll get everything that’s due
to you, for Gemini’s your new
wise confidant, your trusted friend
affirming all you apprehend.
Fame (Remember My Name?)
by Steven Kent
“Morrissey cancels two US shows over ‘credible threat’ on his life”
—The Guardian
There comes a day when fame by time is bested
And erstwhile idols cannot get arrested.
But that’s what bad PR is for, you see—
Without it, who would think of Morrissey?
The Price of Predation
by Dan Campion
“New dinosaur discovered in Argentina with a crocodile leg in its jaws: ‘More than one way to be a top predator’”
—CBS
Before the gauchos, and our jaws,
The megaraptors raked their claws
Across the pampas and high plains
For tasty bits of legs and brains.
A meteor then fell, we think,
Which spelled the end of meat and drink
For Joaquinraptor and his ilk.
Let’s go with rice and beans and milk.
Going Overboard
by Marshall Begel
“Cruise Ship Passenger With $16,000 Gambling Debt Jumps Overboard”
—The New York Times
Don’t judge this debtholder
unsympathetically,
given that workable
choices were stark:
either his requisite
pound of flesh went to a
neighborhood loan shark or
literal shark.
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