clinton machine felled

my stomach turns.
palms sweat.
tremor runs down my left arm.

"by the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes."
-macbeth

she walks onstage,
her pie hole emotes a screeching noise: blah, blah, blah-i block it out.
an automaton posturing.
shes deserves this she thinks; she didn't go through eight years of humiliation with that redneck Casanova, for nuttin',
it was supposed to be hers.
first wellesley,
than yale.
hillary clinton.
president of the United States.
twelve years in arkansa; the horse flies, double-wide trailers, the mullet festooned imbeciles.
you fools, she think, you sad little fools.

i replace the rusty butter knife inside the kitchen cabinet.
it wont be needed for my castration.
obama got the nomination.