Trumpublican Trolls

Trumpublicans are trolls –
Flagrant trolls!
And what a world of bull and lies their zealotry unrolls.
How they blather blather blather
Morning, afternoon, and night,
Where they’re worked up in a lather
While the rational would rather
Get the facts and get them right.
Sending post, post, post,
As if who could post the most
Would somehow fill the gaps in stories shot right full of holes
By the trolls, tolls, trolls, trolls,
Trolls, trolls, trolls –
As if volume were the value of the trolls.

And those draft-avoiding trolls –
Verbal trolls!
What a world of cowardice a chicken-hawk extols.
How they boast of their deferment
And the jobs to which it led
At a time when their demur meant
That some kid without preferment
Went to risk his life instead.
Real Americans would gag
But, while waving cross and flag,
The Trumpies cheat minorities of going to the polls.
Oh, the trolls, tolls, trolls, trolls,
Trolls, trolls, trolls –
Oh, the slimy nickel-dimey little trolls!

How they slither from their holes
Bigot trolls!
And what a gush of gross self-aggrandizing little goals!
How their racist views are coded
As a struggle for states’ rights,
They’re patrolling locked and loaded
As the safety-net’s eroded
All except for wealthy whites.
How they screed across the screen
Apoplectic in their spleen
In an angry flush of selfish shit from puppet-socky souls:
From the trolls, trolls, trolls, trolls,
Trolls, trolls, trolls,
Oh, the needy greedy grunting of the trolls.

They’re the party of the trolls
Party trolls!
And what an ugly undertow of undeveloped souls –
They will lie and lie and lie,
A cacophony of cads,
But they grin as they get by
Since the press won’t ask them why –
Asking why won’t sell their ads.
They report it like it’s true,
Helping lie to me and you,
In a flood of false equivalence that undermines the polls.
Helping trolls, trolls, trolls, trolls,
Trolls, trolls, trolls,
They’re complicit little shitty little trolls.

What will rid of us of the trolls
Lying trolls?
Don’t give them the attention that will feed their tiny souls.
Just ignore them and be civil
As they call you evil names.
Their misogyny will snivel
Out their homophobic drivel
As they play their racist games.
They will flail and rave and rant:
Leave them to their hate and cant –
They will turn on one another in their alt-right toilet bowls.
Oh, the trolls, tolls, trolls, trolls,
Trolls, trolls, trolls –
The selfish self-destructive little trolls.

 

Anne
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Not much is known about Marcus Bales except he lives and works in Cleveland, Ohio, and his poems have not appeared in Poetry Magazine or The New Yorker. You can, however, buy his book, 51 Poems, published by Lawrence Block Productions, at http://tinyurl.com/jo8ek3r