Slaying the Latham

 * slaying the Latham *
They let the Latham out
Foaming at the mouth
Microphone in manic grip
A certain glint in his eyes
The insanity of one
Who has licked the altar of power
Been ejected from the temple
Razor cut temper
A flair for words extreme
A mad-eyed militant dreamer
A walking belt of explosive invective
A one man Messiah
Leading us all in the wilderness
He had his four minutes of fame
All since has been torrid infamy
Turn him off and walk away
There are only so many minutes of entertainment in
a sliding burning car crash
Slow motion political train wreck
Put the Latham down
Decapitiate the squealing head
This mindless screaming mule
Neutered twisted bitter asp
Shove our heel upon Latham's head
Rip his spine from squirming body
And cast this blighted mutant
Into gutter of the forgotten.