Someone please hand him a hanky!
We are all ready to weep
like mothers awaiting the execution
of a mass-murdering son.
Even though this guy
thinks he’s God’s gift to the world
and women, we almost pity him
up there pontificating at the podium
snot streaming from his nostrils
brow dripping sweat
so that we ignore the content
of his inarticulate comments
and writhe in our chairs, as if fire ants
were scuttling up our backsides
from our legs-- this for the duration
of remarks which still haven’t reached
a conclusion these many weeks.