From the anodyne pen of the world’s most daring bandwagoneer, whose work has been lauded as ‘Shakespeare on kombucha’ by The Echo Chamber.

Efficacious weeping

by Rupert Hackney-Sloane.

 

I coughed out my quinoa in a fit of pique,

snack escaping as rage erupted,

tears moistening the bearded cheek,

provoked by what Donald Trump did.

He had stirred up the great unwashed –

the lot I thought TV had quashed –

who would simply breed and pray,

absorbed only in the everyday.

But there the unschooled upstarts were,

upturning  the expert prediction,

that change’s thwarting interdiction –

manifest in triumph for Her –

would keep dissenters down at heel:

so now democracy must be repealed.

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