David Ross (dyvyd) wrote,
David Ross
dyvyd

Trumplet (new edit)

Trumplet

Covfefe or not covfefe, that is the question.
Whether it is Tumblr in the mind
To sling the Tweets like arrows
And grasp outrageous fortunes,
Or to Snapchat against a sea of troubles
And by Instagramming, end them.
To lie, to cheat, no more
And by a cheat confessed
To say we end the outbreak
Of the thousand natural
Probes the Press is heir to--
Tis a consumation devoutly to be wished
To belie all cheats-- be blessed--
Ah theres the rub--
For of those cheats and threats
The leaks have come,
Uncovering our evil toil
With neither rest nor pause.
There's the handshake that brings calamity
From years of hard-pressed strife.
For who would bear the editorials of the Times,
The Wiki-leaking wrongs, the proud man Comey’s notes,
The pangs of alt-right love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of ethics, and spurns
That patient merit of the trade imbalance takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare Putin? Who would Bernies bear,
To grunt and sweat under a global life,
But that the dread of something after threats,
Some Montenegran country from whose bourn
No contract returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those deals we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus Saudis do make cowards of us all,
And thus the NATO hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with a pale cast of wroth,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard in golf carts take their ride,
And lose the name of action.

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