Donald Trump: Pyroclastic Flow in US. Elections 2016
Quo Vadis? ©
There is no mistake you spot him
How he totters under weight-
It’s not by any means a pretty sight,
‘Now wherefore stopp’st thou me?
The borders are barr’d, so are hearts of men
You seem more curious
Than vicious, and I am cautious
Now wherefore stopp’st thou me?
My sins are writ large and scarlet
These papers scream ‘gainst me:
My birth under sorry hour, place
Worse still stamps me alien.’
‘That makes me,’ said I, a brother-
An alien I was once.
Brothers at arms, it’s no bother
For arms that bore a cross.
Ah under this bright Aegean Sun
You choose to bear my sin
Of being born in a curséd spot
And we’re cold and we’re hot.
And now there came border control,
And it grew wondrous cold
Of being swallowed by a whale-
Man’s godless protocol.
(in the style of The Rime of Ancient Mariner)
Ac.1 Sc.4 lines:800-815
(The Duke of Albany’s Palace)
my Lord, I am guiltless, as I am ignorant
Of what mischief I caus’d.
It may be so, Oh Sheikh
Hear O hear, hear Lord of three worlds
Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend
To make this kingdom fruitful.
Into her wealth convey sterility;
Dry up her wells, dry up in their outflow;
And from her palm fringed soil never spring
A tribe to honour her! If she must teem,
Create her child a zero, that he may live
And be a bone ever stuck in her gullet,
Let he stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth,
And cadent tears cause mothers to mourn:
For the house of bandits dispenses law and
Has done away the tender greens with the sere;
With lashings and highhandedness of impiety
Vile are the guardians of stone and hollow word.
Yet police they highways and by ways
Their moral purpose null, and void the article of law :
Oh hear let them be crushed under the weight
of sins thy have hoisted on all
With tainted bribes have devil’s service done.
Hear, O hear the Lord of three worlds
Let her learn her lesson but not benefit from it
How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is
Trifle with laws from above, with her own. (Exit.)
‘Jamie for once you brought me fresh bread. I owe you thanks.’
Thank, Grandma, Noddle for that. He came on a blue moon.’
‘Ah at least I live to eat bread fresh as it come’, said Grandma directly sitting down to dine.
The Merchant of Venice- Ac.2.Sc.7
Top aide of Trump:
O hell! what have we here?
I see none but Trouble spelled T-R-U-M-Pay
There is Oh vitriol! I’ll read the writing.
All that glitters is not gold;
Look at that thatch, it’s fool’s gold.
Many a man his hair has dyed
But this is real coxcomb’s hair:
But I cavil not at his thatch-
Pea-sized in girth do make grey matter
Run on and on to no avail.
Had he been as wise as his gold
What he speaks will make all glad.
Empty in thought, in speech rude,
His suit to the White House is doom’d.’
Top aide of Trump:
Fare you well; your suit is cold.
Cold, indeed; and labour lost:
Scram then, beat it,- you said enow:
Hide your hulk in shame, saying:
Farewell, heat, and welcome, frost!
(On 400 th anniversary of Shakespeare here is a parody. Macbeth: Ac1.Sc.4. Then of course Prince is also remembered. -benny)
Late Prince of Purple Rain! That is steep
One song I could belt out in falsetto
While he’s dust and ashes. Stars stop your ears
I dare not sing my black and deep desires.
You may clap at the end, -yea let that be
I will take that I outdid Prince
While he’s dust and ashes. Stars hide your fires
If my words suck, -my heart was not in it;
The eye wink at the hand while the question
Of dollars and cents make my words sound false.
The original version is given here below.
(aside) The prince of Cumberland! That is a step
On which I must fall down, or else o’erleap,
For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires;
Let not light see my black and deep desires.
The eye wink at the hand, yet let that be
Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.