Oh carbuncle on the body politic--My lance! My lance!

Creative Strategy #45: Choose Iambic Violence

Here’s another sonnet on this crazy July Monday. I’m trying to publish a book of collected poems—Stay tuned. I finally finished 47.

Oh carbuncle on the body politic--My lance! My lance!

Oh spew, you empty golden bile spittoon.

Master of the multitudes of lying,

The man no-one-can-say-no-to cartoon.

In the end it all comes down to grabbing.

Is it too much to ask entry before

entrance? The simplest restraint for a boy

who knew none, a toxic whiny bore,

a total lack of character & joy.

Surely we'll wake up this November

& stop a spoiled dangerous man bereft

of honor, prowess, good. Remember:

a brat who doesn't know assault is theft.

Can't take it back. You can't be unviolated.

We are the long sought justice you've awaited.

—Patrick O’Leary