Pay Per View Presents Clash of the Cults
boxcars, boxcars, boxcars, Allen Ginsberg, “Howl”
I say let’s have a Bernie Bro
Trump Troop Arena Brawl,
Brought to you by Ben and Jerry’s and Chick-fil-A.
Let’s go all out, cheerleaders for sure.
Elizabeth Bruenig in a nun’s habit for Bernie,
Rashida Tlaib in a diaphanous burka booing.
The Bros chanting,
“Go, Bernie, Go.
Do the Trotsky like Madame Blavatsky.”
On the other side,
Sarah Huckabee, Sarah Huckabee, Sarah Huckabee,
Lindsey in a 50s collegiate letter sweater
Shouting through a megaphone,
“Gimme an M, gimme an A, gimme a G . . .
The five Republican SCOTUS appointees should referee.
Clarence “Coke Can” Thomas with a whistle around his neck,
Dangling beneath his assortment of chins,
Bret Kavanaugh, eyes blinking, lips pursed,
Emitting tiny Ivy League farts
With hints of peppermint schnapps.
Oh, my brothers and sisters,
What shall we call this extravaganza?
Clash of the Cults?
Just an idea.
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