Dominic Bowd
Grubs creeping out the eyes,
of Leaders.
Leaders of Men.
Spasmodic tongue curls –
Waves! Waves & waves of idiocy,
a satirists delicacy.
Smorgasbords of spittle; this village idiot writ-large.
A gnarly-eyed monkey-man,
dumb-jawed and grinning.
Grinning on Al Jazeera.
Grinning in the Washington
Post.
Old smirking leftie-mincer Abbott;
A clumsy scrotum of a man!
THE SCROTIOID!!
The ballsack with ear-wings.
Grinning from the cesspool of
BA Santamaria’s wrinkly
hallucinations.
Oh Fearless, peerless Leader.
Master of Men.
The canonical storm trooper of
muzzled regression,
Realpolitik mind-vomit
trickles…
Trickles and percolates
between sour chunks of
ideologic.
The darting eyes,
The crawling rhetoric.
The repetition
The repetition
The repetition –
Motorik Tony!
The von Metternich of modernity.
Phlegmatic and drawling;
the gecko behind the lectern.