poem #6

Elephantine Ponderings
ELEPHANTINE PONDERINGS
 
My newborn son wears a surprising number
of shirts printed with pachyderms.
My wife calls them cuuuute.
But is it paranoid to see
political conspiracy?
 
I mean, he’s never decked in donkey-dappled Polos—
am I unwittingly rearing the next Marco Rubio?
And is that bad? Isn’t it, from a certain light,
admirable that the GOP has invested so (top)heavily
in dressing our future generations?
 
“No, it’s creepy,” my wife tells me.
She has an answer for everything. She says,
“But the Dems are just as bad, my darling.
They back the nudist child movement.
Literally. Asses bared.”
 
– Thomas McCafferty
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