paraphrase al a Victor Hugo
 
In the end you will howl - you miserable wretch!
Confronted by your cowardice
And your cascade of crimes. 
For the term of your natural life
The worms within shall gourd your ugly hide. 
The crowds will ridicule your naked flesh
Your orange body bloated and maligned
Tightly lashed on the people’s justice
On the principles you so reviled.
 
Now, the iron necklace-mask subsumes your pig life squeals
History shall stand aside and measure what goodness it might find
Bereft and befuddled that rank buffoons should wield colossal powers.
Then, choking on your non sequiturs
You, the “idiot dangereuse” with the marketer’s flair
Will once more mock old history’s style
Until the red-hot branding iron
Smotes your lardy flesh
“A failure for all time”.
 
 

May 2026
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Gar Jones