CAROL TO A CONVICTED QUACK, 8/22/2018 From the First Harpooner Shrivel slimeward, you are naught The train has left, the stock has tanked You’ve been accused and chased and caught, Arraigned, condemned and bare-ass spanked Your ragged ass is stigmatized To leering crowds, in lurid tint, Your downturns duly itemized In living color and hard print Seek out for tea and sympathy Your co-parishioners in hell Who’ll raise this toast to Infamy: “Enjoy your loss, you’ve earned it well.”