THE
MEDAL OF FREEDOM HAS BEEN BESTOWED UPON RUSH LIMBAUGH
AND
I CAN’T LAUGH ANYMORE
The tone deaf informator choristarum in chief
makes the
announcement, cueing the choir.
Half the grand
room sings laud to the honoree,
erupting in cheers
as the hate-filled, fearful,
sack of puss so
honored rises to his feet.
The fully-dressed and
paid for third spouse
rises beside the
honoree, brandishing the
medal on a wide
ribbon in both hands.
She gingerly places
it around his neck like a
string of pearls longing
to be a noose.
He basks in waves
of approval, appreciation
for the decades of
speaking out loud those
thoughts which the
more discreet among them,
the cowards, have
always kept to themselves
but which have now
been officially sanctioned
in this greatest
hall of democracy, congress.
Former recipients
look on from the beyond
disgusted, sullied
by the newly forged connection
between their
accomplishments and his bile.
Edmund Wilson, Edward
R. Murrow, Ralph Ellison
search for ways to
disassociate themselves.
Pablo Casals, Duke
Ellington, Arthur Rubinstein
try to play loud
enough to drown him out.
While Helen Keller,
Rosa Parks, Harvey Milk
turn their backs
and walk away slowly.
But not everyone
disapproves:
T. S. Eliot smiles
when he thinks no one can see;
Milton Friedman
clears a place for him to sit;
and Charlton
Heston wonders what took so long.
The current
resident of the White House has
awarded a Medal of
Freedom to a proud and loud
racist, xenophobe,
homophobe, and misogynist
and I just can’t
laugh about it anymore.
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