Darcy Boese
@road.kill.com
And thus ends the tale
Of the Thanksgiving Eve,
When a long-tarnished villain
Was forced soon to leave;
For though darkness lingers
And shadows may roam,
A nation stands strongest
When truth calls it home.
18/18
Of the Thanksgiving Eve,
When a long-tarnished villain
Was forced soon to leave;
For though darkness lingers
And shadows may roam,
A nation stands strongest
When truth calls it home.
18/18
November 22, 2025 at 5:56 AM
And thus ends the tale
Of the Thanksgiving Eve,
When a long-tarnished villain
Was forced soon to leave;
For though darkness lingers
And shadows may roam,
A nation stands strongest
When truth calls it home.
18/18
Of the Thanksgiving Eve,
When a long-tarnished villain
Was forced soon to leave;
For though darkness lingers
And shadows may roam,
A nation stands strongest
When truth calls it home.
18/18
So the people pressed on,
Reclaiming their right
To govern with reason,
Not bluster or spite.
And they whispered a vow
As the dawn chased the night:
“Never again
Shall one man steal our light.”
17/
Reclaiming their right
To govern with reason,
Not bluster or spite.
And they whispered a vow
As the dawn chased the night:
“Never again
Shall one man steal our light.”
17/
November 22, 2025 at 5:55 AM
So the people pressed on,
Reclaiming their right
To govern with reason,
Not bluster or spite.
And they whispered a vow
As the dawn chased the night:
“Never again
Shall one man steal our light.”
17/
Reclaiming their right
To govern with reason,
Not bluster or spite.
And they whispered a vow
As the dawn chased the night:
“Never again
Shall one man steal our light.”
17/
And though he still howled
At the walls and the press,
Rebukes rained upon him
With increasing finesse.
For power obtained
Through deception and shame
Will always collapse
Under weight of its blame.
16/
At the walls and the press,
Rebukes rained upon him
With increasing finesse.
For power obtained
Through deception and shame
Will always collapse
Under weight of its blame.
16/
November 22, 2025 at 5:55 AM
And though he still howled
At the walls and the press,
Rebukes rained upon him
With increasing finesse.
For power obtained
Through deception and shame
Will always collapse
Under weight of its blame.
16/
At the walls and the press,
Rebukes rained upon him
With increasing finesse.
For power obtained
Through deception and shame
Will always collapse
Under weight of its blame.
16/
’Twas the night before Thanksgiving—
And justice drew near.
With indictments and outcomes
He’d long learned to fear.
His empire of falsehood
Was starting to crumble,
His minions grew quiet,
His confidence humble.
15/
And justice drew near.
With indictments and outcomes
He’d long learned to fear.
His empire of falsehood
Was starting to crumble,
His minions grew quiet,
His confidence humble.
15/
November 22, 2025 at 5:55 AM
’Twas the night before Thanksgiving—
And justice drew near.
With indictments and outcomes
He’d long learned to fear.
His empire of falsehood
Was starting to crumble,
His minions grew quiet,
His confidence humble.
15/
And justice drew near.
With indictments and outcomes
He’d long learned to fear.
His empire of falsehood
Was starting to crumble,
His minions grew quiet,
His confidence humble.
15/
And back in the chamber
Where the tyrant still paced,
He felt the world shifting,
His grip now displaced.
His tantrums grew shriller,
His boasts unconvincing,
For no edict or tantrum
Could halt truth advancing.
14/
Where the tyrant still paced,
He felt the world shifting,
His grip now displaced.
His tantrums grew shriller,
His boasts unconvincing,
For no edict or tantrum
Could halt truth advancing.
14/
November 22, 2025 at 5:54 AM
And back in the chamber
Where the tyrant still paced,
He felt the world shifting,
His grip now displaced.
His tantrums grew shriller,
His boasts unconvincing,
For no edict or tantrum
Could halt truth advancing.
14/
Where the tyrant still paced,
He felt the world shifting,
His grip now displaced.
His tantrums grew shriller,
His boasts unconvincing,
For no edict or tantrum
Could halt truth advancing.
14/
They marched past the fences,
Past fear, past despair,
Demanding a country
That treated all fair.
They lit up the darkness
With lanterns of truth,
And reclaimed the ideals
That he’d clawed at since youth.
13/
Past fear, past despair,
Demanding a country
That treated all fair.
They lit up the darkness
With lanterns of truth,
And reclaimed the ideals
That he’d clawed at since youth.
13/
November 22, 2025 at 5:54 AM
They marched past the fences,
Past fear, past despair,
Demanding a country
That treated all fair.
They lit up the darkness
With lanterns of truth,
And reclaimed the ideals
That he’d clawed at since youth.
13/
Past fear, past despair,
Demanding a country
That treated all fair.
They lit up the darkness
With lanterns of truth,
And reclaimed the ideals
That he’d clawed at since youth.
13/
For outside the building
A new wind arose,
A thunder of footsteps,
A chorus of “NO!”
Millions awakened,
No longer confused,
No longer distracted,
No longer abused.
12/
A new wind arose,
A thunder of footsteps,
A chorus of “NO!”
Millions awakened,
No longer confused,
No longer distracted,
No longer abused.
12/
November 22, 2025 at 5:53 AM
For outside the building
A new wind arose,
A thunder of footsteps,
A chorus of “NO!”
Millions awakened,
No longer confused,
No longer distracted,
No longer abused.
12/
A new wind arose,
A thunder of footsteps,
A chorus of “NO!”
Millions awakened,
No longer confused,
No longer distracted,
No longer abused.
12/
The Founders looked on
From their frames in dismay,
Watching liberty fray
In the light of his sway.
And Lincoln, stone-still,
Seemed to blink in the gloom
His marble heart cracking
With foreboding doom.
11/
From their frames in dismay,
Watching liberty fray
In the light of his sway.
And Lincoln, stone-still,
Seemed to blink in the gloom
His marble heart cracking
With foreboding doom.
11/
November 22, 2025 at 5:53 AM
The Founders looked on
From their frames in dismay,
Watching liberty fray
In the light of his sway.
And Lincoln, stone-still,
Seemed to blink in the gloom
His marble heart cracking
With foreboding doom.
11/
From their frames in dismay,
Watching liberty fray
In the light of his sway.
And Lincoln, stone-still,
Seemed to blink in the gloom
His marble heart cracking
With foreboding doom.
11/
The Constitution stirred
With a rustling sigh,
As though parchment itself
Asked the nation “But why?”
Why bow before strongmen
Whose power is fraud,
Whose bravado is hollow,
Whose cruelty is raw?
10/
With a rustling sigh,
As though parchment itself
Asked the nation “But why?”
Why bow before strongmen
Whose power is fraud,
Whose bravado is hollow,
Whose cruelty is raw?
10/
November 22, 2025 at 5:52 AM
The Constitution stirred
With a rustling sigh,
As though parchment itself
Asked the nation “But why?”
Why bow before strongmen
Whose power is fraud,
Whose bravado is hollow,
Whose cruelty is raw?
10/
With a rustling sigh,
As though parchment itself
Asked the nation “But why?”
Why bow before strongmen
Whose power is fraud,
Whose bravado is hollow,
Whose cruelty is raw?
10/
But then from the rafters
Came a chill, spectral draft—
Not of ghosts, but of history
Wielding its craft.
For nations remember
What tyrants forget:
That fear is a fire
That burns its own net.
9/
Came a chill, spectral draft—
Not of ghosts, but of history
Wielding its craft.
For nations remember
What tyrants forget:
That fear is a fire
That burns its own net.
9/
November 22, 2025 at 5:52 AM
But then from the rafters
Came a chill, spectral draft—
Not of ghosts, but of history
Wielding its craft.
For nations remember
What tyrants forget:
That fear is a fire
That burns its own net.
9/
Came a chill, spectral draft—
Not of ghosts, but of history
Wielding its craft.
For nations remember
What tyrants forget:
That fear is a fire
That burns its own net.
9/
He schemed with his tablets
And doomscrolling feeds,
Stoking outrage for ratings,
Sewing chaos like seeds.
Each cable-news chyron
He took as a coronation,
Each Facebook meme
A holy affirmation.
8/
And doomscrolling feeds,
Stoking outrage for ratings,
Sewing chaos like seeds.
Each cable-news chyron
He took as a coronation,
Each Facebook meme
A holy affirmation.
8/
November 22, 2025 at 5:51 AM
He schemed with his tablets
And doomscrolling feeds,
Stoking outrage for ratings,
Sewing chaos like seeds.
Each cable-news chyron
He took as a coronation,
Each Facebook meme
A holy affirmation.
8/
And doomscrolling feeds,
Stoking outrage for ratings,
Sewing chaos like seeds.
Each cable-news chyron
He took as a coronation,
Each Facebook meme
A holy affirmation.
8/
Inside sat the tyrant,
His orange tint gleaming,
Plotting dark ways
To smother dissenting.
He scribbled new tantrums
In Sharpie-black strokes
And blamed every failure
On “deep-state” folks.
7/
His orange tint gleaming,
Plotting dark ways
To smother dissenting.
He scribbled new tantrums
In Sharpie-black strokes
And blamed every failure
On “deep-state” folks.
7/
November 22, 2025 at 5:51 AM
Inside sat the tyrant,
His orange tint gleaming,
Plotting dark ways
To smother dissenting.
He scribbled new tantrums
In Sharpie-black strokes
And blamed every failure
On “deep-state” folks.
7/
His orange tint gleaming,
Plotting dark ways
To smother dissenting.
He scribbled new tantrums
In Sharpie-black strokes
And blamed every failure
On “deep-state” folks.
7/
And out on the lawn
Rose a terrible din—
A bellowing crowd
Shouting “Count it again!”
They wrapped themselves tight
In their flags of disgrace,
Casting venom at neighbors
To defend the “dear leader’s” face.
6/
Rose a terrible din—
A bellowing crowd
Shouting “Count it again!”
They wrapped themselves tight
In their flags of disgrace,
Casting venom at neighbors
To defend the “dear leader’s” face.
6/
November 22, 2025 at 5:51 AM
And out on the lawn
Rose a terrible din—
A bellowing crowd
Shouting “Count it again!”
They wrapped themselves tight
In their flags of disgrace,
Casting venom at neighbors
To defend the “dear leader’s” face.
6/
Rose a terrible din—
A bellowing crowd
Shouting “Count it again!”
They wrapped themselves tight
In their flags of disgrace,
Casting venom at neighbors
To defend the “dear leader’s” face.
6/
His cronies encircled him,
Drooling for scraps,
Repeating his nonsense
Like broken-down apps.
There was Giuliani, dripping
With flop-sweat and schemes,
And the ghost of Steve Bannon,
Still haunting his dreams.
5/
Drooling for scraps,
Repeating his nonsense
Like broken-down apps.
There was Giuliani, dripping
With flop-sweat and schemes,
And the ghost of Steve Bannon,
Still haunting his dreams.
5/
November 22, 2025 at 5:50 AM
His cronies encircled him,
Drooling for scraps,
Repeating his nonsense
Like broken-down apps.
There was Giuliani, dripping
With flop-sweat and schemes,
And the ghost of Steve Bannon,
Still haunting his dreams.
5/
Drooling for scraps,
Repeating his nonsense
Like broken-down apps.
There was Giuliani, dripping
With flop-sweat and schemes,
And the ghost of Steve Bannon,
Still haunting his dreams.
5/
He paced through the halls
With an insecure clatter,
Proclaiming that he
Was the only thing that mattered.
He muttered of “victory,”
Whining “stolen!” and “fake!”
While democracy trembled
Like a leaf on a lake.
4/
With an insecure clatter,
Proclaiming that he
Was the only thing that mattered.
He muttered of “victory,”
Whining “stolen!” and “fake!”
While democracy trembled
Like a leaf on a lake.
4/
November 22, 2025 at 5:50 AM
He paced through the halls
With an insecure clatter,
Proclaiming that he
Was the only thing that mattered.
He muttered of “victory,”
Whining “stolen!” and “fake!”
While democracy trembled
Like a leaf on a lake.
4/
With an insecure clatter,
Proclaiming that he
Was the only thing that mattered.
He muttered of “victory,”
Whining “stolen!” and “fake!”
While democracy trembled
Like a leaf on a lake.
4/
The staffers were silent,
All cowed by his glare;
They’d long since learned better
Than speak truth in there.
For facts made him shrivel
Like salt on a slug,
And he’d rage at a whisper,
A doubt, or a shrug.
3/
All cowed by his glare;
They’d long since learned better
Than speak truth in there.
For facts made him shrivel
Like salt on a slug,
And he’d rage at a whisper,
A doubt, or a shrug.
3/
November 22, 2025 at 5:49 AM
The staffers were silent,
All cowed by his glare;
They’d long since learned better
Than speak truth in there.
For facts made him shrivel
Like salt on a slug,
And he’d rage at a whisper,
A doubt, or a shrug.
3/
All cowed by his glare;
They’d long since learned better
Than speak truth in there.
For facts made him shrivel
Like salt on a slug,
And he’d rage at a whisper,
A doubt, or a shrug.
3/
His stockings were stuffed
With grift, graft, and greed,
With pardons for henchmen
And lies guaranteed.
2/
With grift, graft, and greed,
With pardons for henchmen
And lies guaranteed.
2/
November 22, 2025 at 5:49 AM
His stockings were stuffed
With grift, graft, and greed,
With pardons for henchmen
And lies guaranteed.
2/
With grift, graft, and greed,
With pardons for henchmen
And lies guaranteed.
2/