Upon This Cuomo Ay May Dread, Judgment Fall Upon Thy Head

(((it's 3AM... bedraggled words and tortured grievance are keeping sleep from me. I can almost hear my eldest child (!snob) groaning at my amateur versifying.  Well, maybe she's right to complain, but hers has been ten years buried in dusty boxes; or un-emerged from her abandoned blog. I scowl. --ed.)))


In a wedding one should say

The best of promises to stay,

That when the heat of life prevails

Help comes forth within that veil.

As with marriage,

Nations stray

From manly promises to stay;

The fiber once based on a cause

To die to self,

Does fray to rot.

That's what we've got.

None know now what went before

When sacrifice was no big chore,

And light from Bibles formed the core

Of schools and children, courts and more.

Enter fakers, chumps and rakes
Whose thin disguises promise traits
They don't possess and worse, hold office,
Damning public trust professed.

I say no more! Let's cast asunder

One blaggard's name: now means to plunder

Life unto its morning breath:

That name Cuomo,

Re-named, means death.

Let good depart his memory

For causing untold misery

To my compatriots unborn

Who fall beneath this Cuomo's sword.

In wrenting, wrending, wresting us

From whence we live to New York's trash,

He tears apart more than our parts,

He wreaks a havoc on'th heart of

Constancy. Propriety. Honesty. Nobility.

"Off with these, descend to Hell:

The nation, laws, and innocence!"
Faustian barbarians

Takes he with him, and all of us.

In tearing children limb from limb,

Entire cultures warp to grim

Places where there is no light,

And lifelessness a daily plight.

Yes, "Cuomoed" will, for me, mean now

Chucking treasure from the bow

Of a ship about to sink

Into a cesspool of his stink.

"those whom God hath joined together let no man put asunder"

editor's note, December 2021:

The Cuomo's have now been Cuomo'd. 

Thanks be to God.

A Catholic priest, last June, reassured me of the connection between deadly Sars-Covid stats for the city of New York and its leadership. He asked, 'why do you think it's such a hell hole there? God is judging the city for their pro-abortion sins.' Ah. Well said, Monsignor Barry.

P.S. - I'm not Catholic