Trump Louisville: Gold
When I was a boy I heard of Midas
and felt something flutter deep within me.
King Midas. That’s who I wanted to be
with all my heart. Make my parents proud as
Fort Knox. And yes, my wealth has become vast.
Now that I’ve hist the grand old seventy,
the weeks rush past. Time to act quickly
to do all I can. We must beat ISIS,
make our borders secure, lower taxes,
create more jobs, follow up on campaign
promises. It will be tough, but facts
tell me soon we’ll end so much of the pain
from immigration, unemployment, terror.
My golden years will change this world forever.
Waldman has now followed up on his earlier tour de force, As the World Burns: The Sonnets Of George W. Bush, with Trump Sonnets:The First Fifty Days. About half the sonnets are made of the Donald’s own words, and the others address him. It creates a spooky effect, at once horrifying and validating, to see the President’s brutally careless phrases arranged into rhyming sonnets. At their best, these sonnets create a strong point of perspective, a safe space in which to feel awake, as in the middle of a lucid nightmare.