Six Weeks Later

A reflection in verse

Every couple days or so another thing emerges — 
a place where all the crookedness and turpitude converges
“This,” you think, “will be the thing that brings the whole deal down
There’s no way after this that they could still support this clown
Our basic human honesty requires them to admit
that this is a transgression even they cannot acquit”
But then you look around and start to see the way we’re stuck:
They hate you and the country and they just don’t give a fuck
They want to watch the whole thing burn, there’s no way they’ll revert
They don’t care what this con man does so long as people hurt
There’s nothing too offensive with which they would not collude
They’ll cheer him as the missiles fly, and that’s why we’re all screwed