You have humped America’s flags into sweaty rags.
written your personalized brand of history,
your name on this, your name on that:
sneakers, Bibles, baseball caps, museums, plaques
and other writings on the wall,
do you see greatness in the mirror—
greater than the greatest great?
The question is, is that great enough
for the greatest of all greats?
You have a tale longer than your tie.
Tried and convicted on a trail of stench, dragging
your tail through the droppings you left,
while wringing the next mark dry.
A reading of the entrails reveals
facts are solid facts. One cannot stop the aging
of a certifiable old shit; cannot excuse
the rubble left by the wrecking ball in his head.
Yes, I’m still talking about you. So, stop shampooing
in your golden bowl long enough to show me
that famed, crazed,
racist rage!
Then,
continue washing the guilt off your face.
Don’t stop for hairballs;
pull out the plunger and plunge!
The worst you can do is
make it worse.
