The comedians will save us.
I’m afraid it’s come to this.
What else, against a racist joke
well-brined in Russian piss? As we face a mindless menace
with an ego made of glass,
let’s smash it with derision,
smoke him out with laughing gas. That’s how we’ll survive, on gales
of laughter, laced with knives,
reminders that the truth, and not
the noise, controls our lives, that time will come for monsters
everywhere to take their lumps,
that Groucho danced on Hitler’s grave,
and we will dance on Trump’s.
