Thoughts on the rise to power of president-elect Donald J Hairstyle.

The marketing can be top notch
the PR team outstanding
they can say this is a big job
they’ve been proud to have a hand in
but their puffing and their posturing
is pathetically absurd
because everyone knows
you can’t polish a turd.
You can give it a makeover
which will dazzle and bewitch
it can be wearing a vajazzle
and have tassles on its tits
it can be hanging off the arm
of some celeb from the telly
but it’s a disturbing shade of tangerine
repellent, foul, and smelly
and the media go ga-ga
and repeat its every word
while we shake our heads and mutter
about polish, prats, and turds.
It can insist that it’s incredible
The best. It really is.
But when it claims that you’ll be great again
it’s selling you some shiz.
Engage your other senses
see and smell above the chatter
and recognise behind the bling
the stink of faecal matter
I know experts aren’t in vogue right now
but they’ve all of them concurred
that you’re wasting time and effort
when you’re polishing a turd.
Drop the kids off. Do the school run.
Give the turtle’s head release.
You’ve been touching cloth for far too long
you’ve earned a little peace.
Relax, exhale, expel, and void
and flush. You’re feeling lighter
refreshed, relieved, reminded
that the future’s looking brighter
when you aren’t buying into bullshit
like a fantasy Lolita
turning tricks for some fat old bloke
who’s excited by excreta
while you tell yourself he loves you
but in case you hadn’t heard
it’ll end in tears, and they’ll be yours
if you’re polishing a turd.
Yes, you tell yourself he loves you
but in case you hadn’t heard
it’ll end in tears, and they’ll be yours
when you’re polishing a turd.
© Steve Pottinger. November 2016


2 Responses

  1. Spot on Steve!

    November 16, 2016 at 9:32 pm

    • spot

      Thanks, Johnny!

      November 17, 2016 at 8:27 am

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