And here's one a little later in the series.
All the titles are taken from lines on Emma Lazarus's poem
that's etched on the Statue of Liberty.
"Keep Your Storied Pomp."
12th Testimony: Trump.
Granted, it felt good at first to snicker,
but now the rooster won't shut up.
How exhausting, waking to that imperious caw.
Old McDonald's downsized to a flower pot.
Here a body, there a body sent packing, caged.
Everywhere somebody muddied.
Welcome to the age of babble.
Here a Twitter, there a tweet.
A tiki torch march back to the good old times
of mayhem and murder, hollow points blossoming all over.
Everywhere, a body bloody.
Even the Earth is bleeding out.
Oh, indolent friends, bitter patriots, what have you
triggered that can't be undone?
During the performance of the song cycle, which was
quite amazing, we always look--
we looked for people walking out.
That was the one they would walk out on if they did,
and then we'd say, yes, go.
Sorry, guys.