Satire is dead, sarcasm
is right behind and any
outrageous vaudeville
push-back is almost
always true on its face.

They’re either eating
the dogs, dragging them
to a gravel pit or making room
for God knows what kind of love
at the FBI. We simply can’t

top that. So, farewell
modest proposals, clever
lampoons, so absurd
you know right where
you are. A chef’s kiss

to this freak show.
I used to love The Onion,
I suppose I should
cancel my subscription.
I’ll get right on that.