something's rotten

the Muse sings darkly of the rise of Trump
whose rhetoric empoisons ev'ry well
in language you'd hear at the city dump
if you lived in the neighborhood of Hell
the Trumpen proletariat applaud
wild accusations against immigrants
and grow irate when shown their man's a fraud
who can't tell Rembrandt's oils from Warhol's prints
globalization's hell on unskilled jobs
and victimhood appeals to those displaced
'til someone profits from riding the mobs
an opportunity too rich to waste
new fascist movements spawn in every crash
as sure as maggots in the Summer trash