At a recent seance, the Charles Street astrologer channeled Shelley, adding two centuries and subtracting two years. This is what she uttered in her trance:
America in 2017
A liar and a hack, by hackers from afar controlled;
Masks, façades, charades, effrontery– a cruel smile;
Lackeys lick his ass, pan his drivel for fools’ gold.
Scorned and scornful; dispensable, despised, and vile–
Feckless, frivolous, vain; obscene above the fold,
He contradicts himself, and boasts it proves his guile.
Democracy is finished by a mountebank’s tongue,–
Her soldiers felled; her Constitution warped and creased;
Thugs come to plunder innocents they move among;
(Lambs to arctic cyclones shorn, their treasure fleeced);
His victims cannot yet complain that they were stung,–
Trust betrayed– Believe me!– is Trust thereby increased,
Just as belligerence brings revenues of rest for the deceased
Whose graves inglorious phantoms haunt, in mud and dung:
Tempestuous days, demanding dirges only to be sung.