“Trump Stakes,” a poem by Johnny WinkMay 8, 2016
Sent our way this afternoon:
The Donald called me a liar when I told him
That the word travel comes from a Latin word
Having to do with torture. When I suggested
That, when he gets around to doing a hell of a lot
Worse than waterboarding to political prisoners,
He might take a page out of ye olde etymological book
And bring this instrument of torture out of medieval mothballs
And for the puredee hell of it call the sucker “Trump Stakes,”
He went all pink around the eyes and orange around
The rest of his face and told me to quit Trump Tower.
Say what? I thought he’d be all gaga for the thing.
I’m making all of this up of course. I didn’t have an audience
With The Donald. I’m making all of it up except the bit
About travel, which really does travel back in origin,
Through travail, to late Latin triapalium, an instrument
Of torture having three stakes, not that The Donald cares.