The Curious Rise & Precipitous Fall of the Orange Oligarch: A Cocktail of Hope
What's happened to America is beyond disturbing, beyond the comic and the ridiculous. In the hopes of the fall happening sooner rather than later I offer a potent drink, and a poem (with apologies to Stephen Sondheim, Leonard Bernstein, and West Side Story)...
When you’re a Trump
You’re a Trump all the way From your first sniffle of coke
To your last boastful bray.
When you’re a Trump You can do what you please, You got buttloads of dough And unlimited sleaze. You’ve built a Trump Tower To make up for small hands. With no subtlety or class But over-active glands, You’ll give a low five to the Pretty girls that you meet And you’ll brag to your pals
But it’s no great feat To be a cad and a groper and
Molester of women, And appeal to those who are Ignorant and dim, and Bully your way like a bull in a China And along the way grab yourself a vagina! You lay claim to greatness but betray yourself Through your words and deeds, you’re just bottom shelf. Because a golden toilet is still full of poo and a Billionaire braggart is still a buffoon. So bloviate and bluster ‘til they cart you away Because when you’re a Trump, A Trump you will stay.
THE CURIOUS RISE & PRECIPITOUS FALL OF THE ORANGE OLIGARCH (Scaffa-style) 1½ parts Larceny Kentucky Straight Bourbon Whiskey ½ part Campari ¼ part Nocello Walnut Liqueur ¼ part Grand Marnier splash of Cappelletti Americano Rosso splash of fresh-squeezed Orange juice dash of Hella Bitters Orange bitters Build in a tumbler without ice. Stir. Garnish with a twist of fresh orange peel.
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