Yankee doodle came to town a-riding on a pony.
He stuck a feather in his hat and called it macaroni.
Yankee’s friend was worried sick about young Yankee Doodle.
Because the guy was fucking nuts, and said he was a poodle.
Seriously, the hat name thing was only the beginning.
Everything that Doodle did would leave sane people grinning.
Rubber wallpaper was raised in case Yankee tried to whack it.
And then the nurse, she came right in, and tightened his straight jacket.
Furie – 2016
This is a poem about the futility of war and the perceived incorruptibility of the electorate. Also, puppies.