The Crude Colossus — a satiric poem, with apologies to Emma Lazarus

By Neal Schindler

Much like a brazen giant prone to screed,
With gesticulating limbs at every speech;
He doth permit few immigrants to breach
Our shores. A cranky man, whose Twitter feed
Exemplifies vulgarity and greed. His name
Father of Insults. One we should impeach,
Who exudes arrogance, whom you can’t teach;
And adoration is his biggest need.
“Keep, shithole states, your denizens!” cries he
With puckered lips. “Give me your wealthy, white,
Your Nordic masses, each with Ph.D.,
The high-tech experts coding through the night.
Send these, the gifted, privileged to me,
To others I spew only wretched spite!”