epistle to auld Nick

Friday the 13th today

That fills some with dismay

Auld Nick an Epistle to thee

No need to appear or reply to me

We’ll see each other soon enough

Nostradamus scrived a water bowl

In-between a vision obscene

In your inner circle I see Trump’s name

In the outer circle Trump’s fame.

Honourable and  crony debtor

Parnassus’s Sybil couldn’t plan it
better

Sober lessons have taught us well

Our Tea Party is going to hell

All the ungrateful sons of man

Build a wall and keep it high

No chinks, or rapist, or Mexican crooks

Only a pious approach to nukes

Let my good neighbour be

Only people like me

White—that’s always right

We battle and win the fight

All men are free to hate

The poor, the black, the welfare state

A treasure store of trust

Before the flag we must agree

We have their measure

And at our leisure

We will take our due

We the free have much to claim

We know your name

Which horseman are you?

Start galloping one and two

Go with the final star bright

Nuclear winter in the night.