They’re getting closer!
I can almost smell the straw inside their brooms!!
As one who can trace their deep ancestry to
the time of the actual MacBeth, clever potions definitely captivate me. What,
then, do the three witches have in store for us this year? Well,
I just so happened to get a copy of their 2026 concoction, and it’s beautifully
toxic!!!
Frass from hair
plugs,
Eyes of trout;
Rosacea-laden skin and snout…
Lethal drones
that fill
The sky;
Lips of filler,
Tongues that lie…
Swollen legs and
purplish hands;
Bags of grimy
rubber-bands…
Shady lawyers,
Crooked docs;
Moldy gumdrops,
Muddy crocs…
Seashells left at
sandy beaches;
Bleached-out fish
bones;
Blackened leaches…
Creases from the
brow
Of Harp;
Maggots,
glow-worms,
Bloated carp…
Nipples from the
chest
Of Vlad;
Every dirty
MAGA ‘ad’…
Mix together, stir like
hell:
‘Till this potion froths
and swells;
Who will dare to taste its
spoon,
And shoot those mid-terms
to the moon!?!
poem written by L.P.-G. / 10-2026
