The Troll-in-Chief, yes the King of the Trolls
Pokes his orange head from under the bridge
Like Phoenix from under the ashes of Charlottesville
Amid the blazing imported Walmart Tiki Torches

We see the final Great Cult of the Me Generation
The soul owners of their very own private reality
A counter-revolutionary lethal stagnation culture,
Miasma deep, deep so far down in the shadow banks

And misery in all the gyp joint vulture-beak casinos
Of cannibal capitalists and pirate captain C.E.O’s
Coagulating, trolling, and shaking, militantly shaking
Rocking, locking and loading in the great Troll Ball

This creepy creaky chain of abuses of power, abuses
Of all the people who must somehow pass over this
Tribe of trolls in tumult over their special loser-in-chief
The Troll-in-Chief, yes, King of All Those Tribal Trolls.


James Van Looy has been a fixture in Boston’s poetry venues since the 1970s. He is a member of Cosmic Spelunker Theater and has run poetry workshops for Boston area homeless people at Pine Street Inn and St. Francis House since 1992. Van Looy leads the Labyrinth Creative Movement Workshop, which his Labyrinth titled poems are based on. His work appears weekly in Oddball Magazine.