I believe that reform is in order.
They drained the coffers before they’d
even stopped collecting the tax.
We’re going to have nukes, big league
nukes, like a father’s love. That big.
It’s going to be like all the suns
in all the galaxies chorused just for him,
all the trumpets – so cruelly named! –
will clarion out in one last harsh scream.
We will leave smoke blots on the walls
of our cozy homes. And at least there
will be no talk of Obamacare.