Say It Ain’t So Joe

Pennsylvania avenue

Has failed to deliver

So, we drink malt liquor

Roll our own and stick ourselves

In impossible situations

Where the other guy

Goes first and we

Get sentimental

Over the mercy

Of a stranger

Who screwed us

With a kiss

As we choke

We dare to dream

Of an America

Where extra zeroes

On a payheck

Are as easy to come by

As attitude from a stranger

And still we remain as hopeful

As an opiate addicted

Pregnant teenage girl

Who dreams

Of becoming a stripper

Dear Mr. President,

Things just keeps getting worse-

The people are violent and wasted-

What are your thoughts-

On the French Revolution?

Have you ever slept in the park?

What did you have for breakfast?

I know you sleep at night

But how do you dream?

Cordially,

Your worst nightmare,

America

David Burdett

5/28/2023