Sunset Blues and Reds

Sunset Blues and Reds

They were vying for attention on the dashboard of the truck One was meek and gentle and he only cost a buck! The other, cheap and scary, he wasn’t like the heaven-sent: O the little plastic Jesus, and the toxic president.

One was calm and easy, if you skid or hit a bump; The other rocked and rattled, throwing shapes like Mister Trump! He was bigger than the Jesus, who kept nodding to the left — One was hung for love and mercy, and the other hung for theft.

I wasn’t looking at the Jesus. From the corner of my eye I caught the ranting antics of that crazy other guy Who had road rage, and So Bigly! It was the worst I’ve every seen. He was a Hulk of all proportions, but wasn’t into turning green.

The hair was almost life-like, the eyes were cold and small, The gestures kinda threatened! So, wasn’t like the Trump at all? He kept nodding right of center — cause he can’t look left at all! Yeah, his face was red and fiery, and we were heading for the wall.

Everybody’s run for cover, no one’s sure of what to do Now the rich have got the lever, it’s goodbye to me and you; Like Saddam, our own dear leader’s got his name on every brick; Sayonara, Mex and Native, Slán go foill, Polack and Mick.

Well, the little plastic Jesus and the toxic President They went riding to the sunset, or that bright light that was sent When some Egit hit the button and it made the sirens sound; And the little melted Jesus was the only thing they found.

— © P. Mac Giolla. The January of Our Discontent, 2017.