Clown Car

The clown car is loading, like stuffing a pork chop,

the clowns keep arriving one at a time, pushy-clowns

trying to outdo each other with their self-righteous smugness,

holier than thou, holier than each other,  authoritarians  

before the 1950’s there were no clown cars

in back, behind the driver sits an un-declared wannabe

who diminished  the unions and defunded the universities

thus establishing an a priori claim of the fitness needed

to conduct international war against America’s enemies

war is good for coke

the passenger seat is filled by the man who talks to G-d

and relates that he was  told that he alone is anointed—by G-d

to restore this Christian country?  

to a perception of imagination, that never was

the founding fathers separated church and state: On purpose

another  in back, a declared isolationist,

publisher or author of racist material,  he claims he didn’t write

but maybe his predecessor clown wrote it,  oh well

it was long ago at a different circus

or the same circus at a different time

imagine no circus, no need for clowns no rings or tents no donkeys or elephants

just a return to logic and reason

not relative or opportunistic or situationally appropriate based on who’s buying tickets

paying for the music, the food, the wine

The car is filling fast and more clowns are coming

4 declared, 1 pending, 9 with formal interest, 9 with public interest