Poem, Madelaine Hanson, 31/05/2017, 17.35

Iaculis, meaning grab, would suit you well

If I were to write some book, satire on a man like you.

Less Carpe Diem but Carpe Feles

Groping at the world with a sleaze that seems to choke

All women with the dystopian fumes of your illborn misogyny

Thick with delusions of our role as dolls

To smile and wait your table while you, Iaculis,

Grasp at us with orange fists, ripe with money but little charm

And we divert our eyes in the name of Patrotism.

You sicken me, fair haired like Caligula, same incestuous spin

That makes me grimace at your face. When I stumble on women who

voted for you I think less martyrs but tragic figures, playing to fate

On some sick irony.

So play on, Iaculis, in your Caligulan reign

And history will cast for you a truer statue from our tongues.

Written by

24 year old with an awful lot to say about everything. Opinions entirely my own. Usually. madelaine@madelainehanson.co.uk

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