I cannot surmise a simple statement of what is going on in the press.
It is obvious he still projects and deflects
Next.
he goes outside and completes his address.
his patsees going to jail,
All hail!
Will I work again tomorrow?
Will my children eat
The trickling crumbs
Of lies and overcome?
Do you see the connection?
Tensions, Dissension
Locked up tight with Defenses.
I can’t believe we still have free speech.
Can I just say literally we have to impeach?
This poem will only try to teach
I may have a last word after this swan song
And return to the annals of people who knew it before.
Where are they now?
We don’t know anymore.
Empathy is Poetry 