On Consolation<\/p>\n
Hillary, Hillary,
\nI rival your sadness with empathy,
\nWell-meaning lost traveler on sympathy’s path.
\nCompromise wasn’t easy at first, laying down
\nYouthful hopes in the face of impossible odds.
\nStripped of vigor, a bureaucrat is formed –
\nFreshly buffed and barcoded.
\nWhen aspirations turn to lax inclinations,
\nHope’s aperture wanes.<\/p>\n
Hillary, when he broke the deal, Hillary,
\nWhen he broke the seal Hillary and robbed you
\nOf humor.
\nWhen he did this, to press on or back out, Hillary?
\nTo grit teeth or admit defeat?
\n‘To hell’ or to home,
\nWhere you lie thin in bed,
\nStudy bloodletting scars with careful fingers,
\nWaiting for Death’s fortunate orders.<\/p>\n
No. To survive,
\nTo persist and prove indomitable.
\nTo strive Hillary, a true champion of bravery, Hillary.
\nThat slick frat bastard, Hillary!
\nYou should have been Clinton I!
\nYou should have risen to rank
\nBefore history’s dress mark.<\/p>\n
Hillary, to hole up in Harlem with Mr. Repugnant.
\nTo stomach his oily legacy,
\nA world turned myopic by successors horrific.
\nHillary, you were the champion of the establishment, Hillary.
\nYou were the trough of the wave and I’m sorry.
\nA new generation is freshly educated and ready for practicum,
\nGalvanized by acts of atrocity passed off as homily.<\/p>\n
Hillary, the Buffalo Bills, Hillary.
\nThe Minnesota Purple People Eaters, Hillary.
\nThe Nineties Knicks, Hillary.
\nThe all time also-rans Hillary,
\nStriving for sense after failure.
\nFew people have the chance to grow so much
\nSo late in their lives, Hillary.
\nThe question is simply this:
\nDoes plasticity become you?
\nCan tabards be hemmed into tunics?
\nI pray these words for you, Hillary,
\nTo join the olive grove sandaled and free,
\nBreezy and angelic,
\nHaving won what no contest could purse you.
\nI will hope for you.<\/p>\n
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