by Steven Kent

“JD Vance calls Trump ‘morally reprehensible’ in resurfaced emails”
—The Guardian

Of clear positions I might take,
There’s one I own appears opaque:
He’s Hitler—no, the people’s voice—
He’s heroin—our perfect choice.
I’ve been this way since back at Yale,
Before my soul was up for sale:
I hedge my bets in every race
And try to cover every base.
I loathe this most immoral man,
Yet call myself his biggest fan;
I wasn’t sure, but now I’m surer—
Goodness gracious, what a fuehrer!