Or William McGonagall
He has this feeling he will never find
His home, not in this or in another more
Expansive incarnation. God’s broad mind
Is not an option. On another shore
With Buddha we might blackly learn
That we are trapped again but in a realm
Where words are worthless. Buddha there would spurn
Us, this time artlessness to overwhelm
Creators of his kind, unwritten lines
Condemned to prose-filled scriptures, even worse
Where all the gods are iron Philistines
Preferring Hallmark ditties and such verse.
It might be Donald tRUMP would grope this world
With tastelessenss and love of gold unfurled.