Nine Weeks Later

A reflection in verse

The fucking litany of lies
That fuel this fucking enterprise
The steady fucking stream of bile — 
The fucking man is infantile — 
The evil fucks he keeps around
To fuck this country to the ground
The fucking grotesque disregard
For those whose lives are fucking hard
The feeling in the fucking air
Of fucking chaos and despair
The fucking fact that two months hence
This still makes zero fucking sense
The thought with which I’m fucking stuck:
What the fucking fucking fuck?