On the eve
of the GOP convention
we know that the speaker list
consists of in part
Donald Trump's four children
and his wife Melania
professional golfer Natalie Gulbis
and former Calvin Klein underwear model
Antonio Sabato Jr.
The other presenters
meaning the ones
who have not yet declined the invitation
in large part
are uncharismatic
and more traditionally mean-spirited Congresspeople
who have nonetheless
been derided by Trump himself
in such a way
that even more left-leaning people
will feel a pang of sympathy for them.
Attendees can expect
that Trump will spend the first night
after years of investigations
giving them the definitive answer
on the Benghazi incident
then the second night
discussing everything Trump knows
about the economy
the third night
pressuring Vice Presidential nominee Mike Pence
to think of anything good to say about Trump
and the fourth night
embarrassing the openly gay Silicon Valley billionaire
Peter Thiel
by making him speak
to a party adopting homophobia and transphobia
as one of the planks
on their platform.
There will also be a presentation
detailing former President Bill Clinton's
sexual misconduct
about which of course
nothing has ever been said.
And no one
not the celebrities
not the politicians
not the delegates
not the family relations
and probably
not even the guest of honor
will really
want to be there.
This poem © 2016 Emily Cooper.
