The puff-eyed Troll King grows bored with the goings on
And with frustrated flatulent roar his McDonalds’ breath
Issues out to the farthest corner of his white out palace
Coup of the loser generals and oligarch minions the ones
Of ecological deconstruction who in orgy of deregulation
Cum privatization so individually indeed one by one by one
Look up from the surreal surrounding social devastation
Mass shooting and looting and root-a toot-toot-toot tooting
To conceal carry away them many dwarf selves (17 in all)
Out of their general stealth campaign and onto national stage
To do their massed striptease pole dance for their Sun King
They cavort in the emperor’s special suit of clothes to display
What previously they so carefully hid baring it all for the Cause
Of the Billionaires not a thing they won’t do right this instant
Without even having to be asked they bow down in obeisance
They roll like little puppies at the feet of the puff-eyed Troll King
Inevitably, Inevitably. Inevitable…


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.