It’s been a little bleak lately.
If I had an apple for every alternate fact,
I’d own an orchard.
Now, I like dark comedy, but I am not fond of orange delivery.
That little blue bird T-boy keeps high jacking can’t get a feather dry
before he is putting more spit on hashtags.
There is so much blabbering about a slogan, Make America Great Again.
Yeah, I don’t know what that means either. I’d like them to get back
to making America a democracy again.
So much for swamp draining, government is looking more like
an alligator farm run by cannibals. For every dollar dropped
in the bid pot, T-boy is serving up favors. There just might be
some laughs though when golden wallets get emptied by association.
Yet I’m a sucker for hope. (Shoot, women been bringing it from the womb
since the very first baby bottom cry.) When faux tan drops another tweet,
snowflakes gather more frost. It may look a whole lot like midnight,
but the sun still crowns in the east.
©Susie Clevenger 2017