Poems of the Week

Love and Rockets

by Chris O’Carroll

They met cute by swapping insults—
“Dotard,” “Little Rocket Man.”
Then a propaganda game of
Bromance photo ops began.

Dotard envied Little Rocket
Man his unchecked tyrant clout.
“Phony Constitution,” Dotard
Pouted, “makes me do without.”

Dotard cooed, “I now see Little
Rocket Man through lover’s eyes.
Our relationship’s so great it
Should win me a Nobel Prize.”

Little Rocket Man and Dotard
Broke up. Now they’re angry exes
Threatening to demonstrate how
Hot and nasty break-up sex is.