Oh, Rex, it’s hard to grasp that you are gone,
It must have been a shock to get that call,
The one before you reached the head Ding-Dong;
And then that awful Tweet that said it all;
You looked harrumphed reading your goodbye speech,
Slapping pages below a big grimace;
Just months ago you stepped into the breach,
To see it spin into nasty business;
Too bad you chose to lead without consult,
But that’s what Mr. Exxons tend to do;
At least you now can duck further insult
And will escape that frothy White House stew;
In retrospect, you were a high-paid pawn,
Used up, beat down beneath the great moron.
Sonnet No. 1, to Rex Tillerson
March 13, 2018 by jimmycsays
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JimmyCsays: At the juncture of journalism and daily life in KC 
Sonnet No. 1.– Well, it’s not exactly Shakespeare, but you have a species of success with the whiplash couplet. Congratulations! Now your audience awaits the next 153. Maybe you could backtrack and write a sonnet for each poor soul who has left the administration or will be leaving anon . . . surely you’ll have your 154 soon.
It’s my first sonnet ever, Vern, so thanks for the forbearance…I’m puzzled by the line “a species of success.” As long as you didn’t mean “specious”…
Elizabeth Barrett Browning is turning in her grave.
That’s a killer, Gayle…
As Stephen Colbert observed last week, the Administration is not really a “revolving door” since no one is entering, just exiting after being used up…it’s a “trash chute!”
I did better than that when I was in grade school when I wrote a poem about my teacher. I had written it the day of the assignment and then forgot to do the assignment and handed it in. No sense of humor. Called my mom to complain, but she actually thought it was pretty good.