Two Weeks Later

A reflection in verse

Last evening as I lay awake and waited for the dawn,

I wondered, “How much longer can this lunacy go on?

The bursts of strange, abhorrent news that come throughout the day?

The nauseating feeling as each custom falls away?

The gross display of ego that determines every act?

The calculated onslaught against certainty and fact?

The way each revelation leaves you feeling sad and sick?”

I know he’s going to kill us all, I wish he’d make it quick.