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Poetry by A.H. Scott, Copyright 2017
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VORTEX OF THE VILE
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In the vortex of the vile, there is never a reason to smile
All asphyxiated in this acidic arena they go
Stature diminished in a discombobulated flow
Emperor elbows anyone in his path, as a naked negativism exudes the core of this being’s wraith
Tactful restraint is nowhere about, for he must always toss around his clout
With belligerent belch of insensitivity incessantly coming from his mouth
This is the essence of what the vortex of the vile is about
For country, ideology, or any other reason it could be
Viper of chaos has chased them upward onto the branches of a burning tree
Generals of combat and command
For sense of duty
Titans of trade and commerce
For cents of duty
Duplicity is the oath of loyalty they now bear
Their once sterling reputations in former fields of glory have been sullied by the sadistic soul-shredder without care
At the helm of the vortex of the vile is a shit-starter who tosses fecal-laden sucker punches and scurries back from the front-line of retaliation by critique
But, that’s nothing new
Oh no, it’s not unique
There’s always a shit-starter who sets off the flame
But, as the firestorm blazes in the four winds in varied ways
They stand back and have others sacrifice their pride with statements of righteous defense
From tiny thumbs, the infantile tirade comes
But then again, the world holds its’ breath for the adults in the house to stand fast and fill the breach
Oh, who the Hell are we kidding?
Punditry from left and right, speak of maturity’s assurance to save us from this house of madness’ plight
Dog of many a year isn’t going to learn some new tricks
Because, being cruel is how he gets his kicks
Now, the carnival is afoot about how he turns his staff from lions to kittens
Charlottesville was nothing but a blip or a hiccup in time
Fine people were on both sides of that line
Mnuchin and Cohn got an important job to do
For constructing a mighty tax shelter will make them invisible to the Tiki torch-bearers’ view
Wave that flag! Wave that flag!
Try not to blind the public too much
Patriotism shouldn’t be callously manipulated like a bumper-sticker slogan and such
Dare not take a knee, for whatever unknown reason it could be
Knees are only meant to be capped by a boss in his high-chair
As he admonishes Rex not to don a diplomatic hat
So bizarre it is that a name of an Elton tune has been plopped into the mix
Howling at the moon is his style
No soul is safe in the Vortex of the Vile
Four men of valor taken too soon
And, actions of those in the office before you are knotted into your response
Will you stop it, will you stop it?
Stop reaching back beyond the Inauguration date of your own hand on that Holy book
Look in the mirror and take a close look
You can’t, you won’t, or maybe you just don’t care
Always right, ya’ gotta fight
Never wrong, that’s your song
Talk about news being fake, there are some things so beyond real
Touting how great thou art is your lofty deal
Paper towels punted, Mayor of San Juan shunned
For him, this is just so much damned fun
Throwaway lines and answers are spoken, leaving even the most steadfast souls broken
A father’s greatest pain spoken at the podium is even sadly diminished into a spin cycle’s token
Sacred things, sacred things
Pity how hollow that singular word rings
Audience of one sits in the office and cynically nods to himself
Will he apologize?
Oh no, he will never take a knee
To be graceful and gallant as a gentleman he shall never be
America is being flushed down the drain of civility
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About The Author: A.H. Scott is a poet based in New York City and frequent contributor to Tony Ward Studio. To read additional articles by A. H. Scott, go here: http://tonywardstudio.com/blog/h-scott-happened-trumps-brain/
