Poems of the Week

Democracy Dies in DarkWeakness

by Steven Kent

“Trump has the billionaire class running scared”
Washington Examiner

“Jeff Bezos ends support for climate group amid fears billionaires [are] ‘bowing down’ to Trump”
The Guardian

Bigger cares now
Dwarf their riches;
Billionaires now
Turn Trump’s bitches.

Someone, show a
Bent for brawls here—
Bezos, grow a
Set of balls here!

A Bridge Too Far

by Steven Kent

“The MAGA backlash against Trump’s crypto grab: ‘This is bad, and looks bad'”
The Guardian

It’s nice to know we found the point where MAGA draws a line
(Not insurrection, sadly, but okay, whatever, fine).
A currency untraceable’s attractive, I suppose,
To any modern con man, not to mention crypto bros,
Yet Donnie’s crummy coins don’t strike the latter as a gift—
Oh glory, hallelujah, even they now spot the grift!

Gazumped

by Neil Doherty

Gazump, verb. Unilaterally changing the terms of a property sale after an agreement has been reached.

Welcome to the billion-era,
A new and gilded Riviera.
For its pains, alas poor Gaza,
Now, God help us, is Trump Plaza.

Regurgitalite Verse

by Alex Steelsmith

“Some discoveries are hard to stomach—literally… [A] 66-million-year-old vomit fossil
[has been found]… Regurgitalites, or fossilized vomit, are rare… [This one is attributed to]
a Cretaceous-era predator, possibly a fish…”
NBC

Jiggery-pukery,
certain discoveries
have the potential to
make us feel sick.

What can we say about
fossilized remnants of
ichthyological
vomitus? Ich.

Death in Venice

by Julia Griffin

“Donald Trump Jr accused of killing protected bird in Venice lagoon:
Italian politician said a video posted online showed Trump Jr with a ruddy shelduck while on hunting trip”
The Guardian

If somebody says to you “Venice,”
What image occurs to you first?
Pink marble or shadowy menace?
Fair Portia or Shylock, accursed?
Bellini, or Otway preserving?
Du Maurier not looking now?
A Doge (why should that be unnerving?)?
A mask on a gondola’s prow?
Brave Corvo pursuing completion?
Sweet Milly pursued by Kate Croy?
Calvino, that meta-Venetian?
Poor Aschenbach’s beautiful boy?
Or do you, despite such bombarding
From artists in oils and in words,
Now find yourself glumly regarding
Trump Junior demolishing birds?

Bad Vibrations

by Dan Campion

“In Greenland, the Ice Doesn’t Just Flow, It Quivers and Quakes”
The New York Times

Perhaps the Greenland ice has heard:
What MAGA Central wants, it takes.
And though the concept sounds absurd,
The thought has given it the shakes.

Flash

by Clyde Always

“Bianca Censori made her jaw-dropping debut at the 2025 Grammys
alongside Kanye West… in a completely sheer mini dress.”
Page Six

An eye-catching story:
Bianca Censori
showed up to the Grammys
in ebony fur.

This coat was concealing
a dress quite revealing—
she posed in it briefly
and left in a blur.

Crooks of the Crock

by Marshall Begel

“[Canadian police] have arrested six people after an investigation into the theft of [over $60,000 worth]
of butter and ghee…”
City News

When hooligans flee with a fortune in ghee,
And innocent chefs are left stranded,
The victimized shops seek the help of the cops,
Who catch the cartel yellow-handed.

A-G in Wonderland

by Philip Kitcher

We’ve finished casting all the parts
and Pam will play the Queen of Hearts.
The standard order is reversed:
she will announce the sentence first.

Indisposable

by Marshall Begel

“Japan rolls out new recycled toilet paper made from used diapers”
GoodGoodGood

The latest of trends for maintaining rear ends
Is good news for all of us wipers.
Instead of abusing our forests, they’re using
Recycled components from diapers.

Pandemics bring hoarding, inflation: affording
The tissue gets harder each year.
With options for cleaning while seated and leaning,
Those troubles are all to the rear.

Instead of polluting, we’re now substituting
The paper we use every day.
But since I’m not happy with some stranger’s nappy,
I think I’ll install a bidet.

Love at First Byte

by Steven Urquhart Bell

“Would you have sex with a robot?”
—The Telegraph

I’ve never treated sex as just a lark,
So only if I felt there was a spark.

Newt David

by Kaitlyn Spees

“Starting in late fall each year, migrating newts have to cross a public road that divides their forested hillside
habitat from their spawning ground in a nearby [lake] … Now about 80 volunteers strong, the grassroots group
[Chileno Valley Newt Brigade] has for six years rescued more than 22,300 Pacific newts…”
NPR

(With apologies to the King James Bible)

The Brigade’s my shepherd; I shan’t be squashed.

They arrest me in the beams of their flashlights; they ferry me across the asphalt.

They commission habitat studies; they dream of building tunnels underneath the road for me.

Yea, though cars may claim my tail or leg, a Brigade volunteer still scoops what remains of me off the pavement, comforted by my regenerative power.

The volunteer deposits me back where I was born; its waters embrace me; my spawn drop lakewards.

Why do these strange diurnal creatures follow me every migration of my life? They still believe in those grand old virtues of mercy and kindness, through selfless acts made new(t).

Whose Land Is It Anyway?

by Steven Kent

“Navajo alarmed by reports of Indigenous people caught up in Trump immigration raids”
The Guardian

Attention, all you non-White folk:
Today you’re headed back
To where you came from. Not a joke—
Go grab your stuff and pack.

Invasion’s over, understand?
It ends right now, right here;
You’re gone, you’re out, you’re barred, you’re banned—
The Boss’s order’s clear.

Don’t care if you’re a Navajo
Or Cherokee or Sioux;
We took this land some time ago,
So you’re just passing through.

You’d best believe we’ll do our worst
If you’re in sight tonight.
Why should we care you lived here first?
We’re White, so might makes right.

Impending Cataclysms

by Bruce Bennett

“Researchers say there’s a 1.3 percent chance that the space rock 2024 YR4
could strike our planet—but not until December 2032.”
The New York Times

We’ve got till 2032.
Till then there’s nothing we need do.

And meanwhile, it’s not even clear
that anything will still be here.

Peter Mandelson

by Mike Mesterton-Gibbons

“My criticism of Trump was wrong, says [Peter] Mandelson…
[t]he UK’s choice for the next ambassador to the US”
BBC

Perhaps I didn’t mean to say the prez
Endangers Earth by spouting reckless views—
There must be more to what this bully says,
Endearing him to viewers of Fox News.
Remarks made then are wrong now, and ill-judged:
My duty is to grovel on the floor,
Announcing he’s fair-minded, he’s begrudged
No more, and even consequential for
Diplomacy between our countries. His
Extraordinary mandate means I must
Learn fresh respect for MAGA-friendly biz,
Suck up to him on-air, and earn his trust
On everything … till, in my memoirs, I
Need not deny that Trump’s a nutjob guy!