Shakespeare’s Trump, Act II, Scene V

Tree in winter. Enter GIGI and KIKI, young women.

GIGI.

Let’s go.

KIKI

We can’t.

GIGI

Why not?

KIKI

We wait for the report,

For Mueller’s mule-work mull’d throughout Mall’s mile.

We wait for proof of what the Don’s acts prove,

That Russian propagandists crown’d him Prez,

That they, not darkest veins in our own hearts,

Have cast this fool’s-gold era of our land.

That Trump committed treason, perjury,

And undeniable depravities

Upon the flag ’pon which he forces hugs.

GIGI.

My heels do trouble me.

KIKI.

Rest them. It comes.

GIGI.

When?

KIKI.

Soon.

GIGI.

And if not soon?

KIKI.

Then later, sure.

GIGI.

Tomorrow?

KIKI.

Or the after-day. Anon.

The very act of waiting shuffles time,