Politics

 

Never thought

Peeing in our pants

Would feel good

 

The world drying up

With cold insincerity

 

Excrement running down

Our backsides

Leaving a trail

That even rats won’t follow.

 

 

State of the Union

 

After you run me over

Please back up

And finish the job

 

Don’t leave

A bleeding heart

Still alive in the gutter.