Funeral Games

by flammeusgladius

Funeral Games

His funeral was all about his foe.
Trump took up every molecule of air.
To John McCain, of course, this wasn’t fair.
Before he croaked, though, he was in the know:
He planned the whole thing out this way – and so
He can’t complain. He cannot even care,
As devils light afire his pubic hair,
About the very public horror show.
Besides, he’s dumb enough to think he’s scored—
Except the damned can see the future, right?
Therefore, he knows those speeches just restored
The faith of all who voted Trump. The spite
Expressed, the new mendacities explored,
Uplifted Donald Trump in all his might.

–Tom Riley