
The Madness of the Anointed One
As his final hour approached
it was clear to Presidente Salvador Sagrada Doble Mas Bueno
that his subjects were
incapable of proper adoration
He sat quietly shaking behind the heavy desk
that had been his anchor through much of the muddling
and presented both tiny hands
He had already marked an X on both palms
where he would have his secret service drill the sacred stomata
many said that he was god’s profit
and he agreed
-not quite christ
but a street tough
prime-time
jewless alternative
He was to be self-crucified at 8pm EST
The press had been drinking since noon
and could be seen giggling about the Big House
repeatedly ringing the doorbell
then hiding in the rose garden
At home all the unemployed unpeople
littered about
throwing popcorn and shoes at their TVs
His plan was to walk solemnly into the garden
while his staff sang
Primera Dama would thread the rope through the holes
then hoist him up the flagpole
He would flap there
above them all
as a sideways savior
until the angels came
But regrettably
and wretched be the madness of the anointed one
his final presidential orders
would never be enacted
Like many others
he began to feel the wasting consumption
Earlier in the day
he had felt his large intestine break loose
and wriggle through his body cavity
vinelike searching
slowly strangling the liver and both lungs
inside his cave
his inners were at riot with themselves
He quickly swallowed another cocktail cure of
Moxie-Hydroxy
but in protest
his tongue unhinged
and plucked out his teeth
one by one the bicuspids and molars
swam up and into his brain
to gnaw at his genius
He ordered his body to halt the insurgence!
But biology ignores a bitter script
and bloated threats sit better with sycophants
In his last act of belonging
he placed a medallion around his neck
with the letter “H” clearly etched in the center
This would indicate to all of the attending angels
that Presidente Salvador Sagrada Doble Mas Bueno
should be brought directly up to “H”eaven
and not any other place
He had cleverly included the nuclear codes on the backside
so they would know who’s side he was on
and how much he loved their strong arms and soft wings