Four Weeks Later

A reflection in verse

It isn’t just the way that there’s no limit to the lies
It isn’t just the fear that comes with every new surprise
It isn’t the audacity, the bluster and the bluff
The dumb aggressive ignorance that sells itself as tough
It’s not the chronic chaos and the basic lack of skills
It isn’t all the idiots who see these things as thrills
It isn’t the erasure of the line through “laugh or cry?”
It’s everything — and all the time — that makes you want to die