Have shitlords, from the day Biden gained elected office decades ago, had a better tool, a more dependable and reliable shitsmear, a more vain and stupid and toolish fool (who doesn't think himself a fool and shitsmear) than Genocide Joe? Biden's dementia diminished Biden's power while Trump's dementia increases his; Biden's asshole draws more media attention than Trump's megalomaniacal assholosity
Greenblack moods of late, me, blueblack soon, I've run out of green. Down to last drops of red, white, out of yellow, last few squeezes of clear elmer's glue, teaching myself austerity, how to do without before I have to do without. What do I do when I can't read (now), can't write (now), can't paint (but is it *can't* if the word is *won't* no matter how much I insist I can't)? besides daydream I have a Tantalus Field in my Captain's Quarters that allows me once a day to make a shitlord's or Republican's or Democrat's head explode and splatter their brains on every screen in the world? Is mother proud of little boy today? Someone put Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark in my head yesterday, so there's that
HOW THE POPE IS CHOSEN
James Tate
Any poodle under ten inches high is a toy.
Almost always a toy is an imitation
of something grown-ups use.
Popes with unclipped hair are called “corded popes.”
If a Pope’s hair is allowed to grow unchecked,
it becomes extremely long and twists
into long strands that look like ropes.
When it is shorter it is tightly curled.
Popes are very intelligent.
There are three different sizes.
The largest are called standard Popes.
The medium-sized ones are called miniature Popes.
I could go on like this, I could say:
“He is a squarely built Pope, neat,
well-proportioned, with an alert stance
and an expression of bright curiosity,”
but I won’t. After a poodle dies
all the cardinals flock to the nearest 7-Eleven.
They drink Slurpies until one of them throws up
and then he’s the new Pope.
He is then fully armed and rides through the wilderness alone,
day and night in all kinds of weather.
The new Pope chooses the name he will use as Pope,
like “Wild Bill” or “Buffalo Bill.”
He wears red shoes with a cross embroidered on the front.
Most Popes are called “Babe” because
growing up to become a Pope is a lot of fun.
All the time their bodies are becoming bigger and stranger,
but sometimes things happen to make them unhappy.
They have to go to the bathroom by themselves,
and they spend almost all of their time sleeping.
Parents seem incapable of helping their little popes grow up.
Fathers tell them over and over again not to lean out of windows,
but the sky is full of them.
It looks as if they are just taking it easy,
but they are learning something else.
What, we don’t know, because we are not like them.
We can’t even dress like them.
We are like red bugs or mites compared to them.
We think we are having a good time cutting cartoons out of the paper,
but really we are eating crumbs out of their hands.
We are tiny germs that cannot be seen under microscopes.
When a Pope is ready to come into the world,
we try to sing a song, but the words do not fit the music too well.
Some of the full-bodied popes are a million times bigger than us.
They open their mouths at regular intervals.
They are continually grinding up pieces of the cross
and spitting them out. Black flies cling to their lips.
Once they are elected they are given a bowl of cream
and a puppy clip. Eyebrows are a protection
when the Pope must plunge through dense underbrush
in search of a sheep.
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