The Second Coming 2.0 (after Yeats)
Trumps 2nd. term (The best lack all perspicacity, while the worst are full of passionate bullshit.
Part 1:
The Second Coming 2.0 (after W.B. Yeats)
Lying and lying in the widening mire
The farter cannot smell the fart;
Shit piles up; the toilet stuffed;
More assholes loosed upon the world,
The money-sucking demon is released, and everywhere
The preeminence of lawfulness is pwned;
The best lack all perspicacity, while the worst
Are full of passionate bullshit.
Part 2 Surely some election is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is afoot. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image of a Horribilis Anus Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sand of the capital A shape with a burger body and the head of a congenital malformation, A gaze blank and idiotic as a monkey with a banana Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it Fearful fellows fulfill their masters fever fantasies. The previous old man can now take his nap; After delivering a speech on messianic overreach. We are vexed to nightmare by complicit hands, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards McDonalds to be fed?
©John Munnelly 2/26/25
Ah yeah, sure it’s great fun is this writing.
WB Yeats what a poet! What one should I rewrite next - arsehole pass by?