Our Jacqueline Days
On Halloween, someone
Wore Jackie’s pink suit,
All spattered with blood –
She thought it a hoot.
The Rose Garden’s gone
Like the East Wing’s demise,
Though none of these acts
Should be any surprise.
We live in a time
Where behavior’s debased
And where gilt covers up
All the class it’s replaced.
With a leader unhinged
And the government cowed,
Will we ever regain
What once made us so proud?
Our Jacqueline days
Have been dragged through the mud
When now people can laugh
About feces* and blood.
*Truth Social showed an AI-generated
video of He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named
in a fighter jet dropping feces on “No Kings”
protesters.
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