Squeal, by Donald Trump

Donald Trump signing a copy of his poem as a gift for Steve Bannon at right.

Donald Trump signing a copy of his poem as a gift for Steve Bannon at right. WHITE HOUSE [Public domain]

We all know how it starts, the famous first line: “I destroyed the best minds of my generation through madness, stark hysterical naked.” But do we remember the last section?

Steve Bannon! I’m with you in Toledo
where you’re madder than I am

I’m with you in Toledo
     where you must feel very strange

I’m with you in Toledo
     where you imitate the shape of my Heckler

I’m with you in Toledo
     where you’ve murdered your twelve secretaries

I’m with you in Toledo
     where you laugh at this invisible humor

I’m with you in Toledo
     where we are great gunners on the same dreadful Remington

I’m with you in Toledo
where your condition has become serious and is reported on the radio

I’m with you in Toledo
     where the faculties of the skull no longer admit the worms of the senses

I’m with you in Toledo
     where you shoot the children of the workers who grew up in Mexico

I’m with you in Toledo
     where you pun on the bodies of your killed the marks of 8Chan

I’m with you in Toledo
     where you scream at a foreigner that they’re losing the game of the actual ownership of America

I’m with you in Toledo
      where you bang on the automatic Armalite so innocent and immortal we should never die but kill in an armed madhouse

I’m with you in Toledo
     where fifty more shots will never return your soul to its body again from its pilgrimage to a cross in the void

I’m with you in Toledo
     where you accuse your enemies of insanity and plot the white nationalist revolution against the liberal national conspiracy

I’m with you in Toledo
     where you will split the heavens of Washington and resurrect your living human Donald from the superhuman tomb

I’m with you in Toledo
     where there are twentyfive thousand mad comrades all together singing the final stanzas of “You will not replace us”

I’m with you in Toledo
     where we hug and kiss the United States under our bedsheets the United States that fires all night and won’t let us sleep

I’m with you in Toledo
     where we wake up electrified out of the coma by our own souls’ airplanes roaring over the roof they’ve come to give us angelic bombs the explosion illuminates as    real walls collapse    O skinny legions run outside    O starry-spangled shock of mercy the eternal war is here    O victory forget your Honey Badger we’re free

I’m with you in Toledo
     in my dreams you walk dripping with armament on the highway across America in cheers to the gate of my golf course in the Western night

 

[with abject, so abject, apologies to Allen Ginsberg]