. "Let's Go Brandon" People don’t want to say “F--k” When dealing with President Schmuck. So they say “Let’s go, Brandon” instead To a leader who’s nearly brain-dead. They know that the subject’s a moron More likely to doze off and snore on Than govern our fifty great states And make sure there’s food on our plates. He’s addled and barely coherent, And doesn’t know where the last year went. His aides, in perpetual terror Of what his next faux pas or error Will be, causing mayhem and mess, Keep him hidden away from the press. And so we all say “Let’s go, Brandon…” And hope there’s a rock that he’ll land on. On Plymouth? you ask? Not at all. We hope that he’ll tumble and fall Right over the slippery edge Of some lofty and jutting cliff’s ledge, And go SPLAT from his head to his toes, And then be washed off with a hose. . . Joseph S. Salemi has published five books of poetry, and his poems, translations and scholarly articles have appeared in over one hundred publications world-wide. He is the editor of the literary magazine Trinacria and writes for Expansive Poetry On-line. He teaches in the Department of Humanities at New York University and in the Department of Classical Languages at Hunter College.