Thirteen Weeks Later

A reflection in verse

The week was quiet, as these things go (I’m grading on a curve)
With each successive “normal” day I waited for the swerve
“What evil shit is coming up? What will he ruin soon?
What nightmare will be next from this horrific old buffoon?”
I checked the news each hour with increasing fear and dread
I wondered if he’d caused a war with something dumb he said
The silence was so frightening there was no way to keep calm
I guess I’ll just be anxious till he finally drops the bomb