Fake News Epilogue - a poem

the failing times, and the failing posts, and the failing everything,
how it feels to be hit by a bus over and over, punishable upon impact
when it careens forth into a layer of pedestrian onlookers. who paid to be there
who saw the signs posted on rails, that said if you stand here you get front row
seats but you  will be subject to brute force punishment, the side effect
of which is, death. Do you understand what the man at the podium is saying
neither does anyone else, but we nod and consider his points, and listen
to him berate, because leading free world we should be listening to him,
shouldn't we, on some level, on some fabric of my being I should be giving
up a level of respect an inch, at the very least but I can find no redeemable factor
in a man who from day one made it his mission to be brutish, like so many
men who toss and twirl and grab this world by the pussy.

so what if they push us up against walls, and fondle and grope at all the dignity
we have left, and make mockery of our senate, of our courts, of our society,
or maybe just as likely to reveal the cracks, and crevices, that cause fissures of boiling
repulsion that spurt up into the air in flatulent smelling talking points. all the great walls,
and wonderful child fences as caged animals, and deleting predecessors doings, even when
they did not need to be undone but out of spite. when in fact they'd be of service,
and when media calls him out, he lies, he says he didn't, he says he couldn't have known,
but history shows that he did.

he is one smart son of a bitch, disavow the media machine, and then all the lies he tells,
when they are called out will be seen as attacks, even when your words come out unfiltered,
unedited, and somehow its always the media painting the poor picture. bravo Mister Pussy-Grabber,
bravo macho man who walked in dressing rooms at miss america pageants, and we were supposed
to be okay with that because beautiful women want to be looked at. And even though
all his behavior would have sufficient for sacking like Sodom and Gamorrha, somehow
all he has to say is he is born again, that he is christian, and all the people might jump
up on his bandwagon.

in the end what do we get, what do you get, what do i get. when will the final folly of a foolish
reality star be enough, when will finale start, and curtain fall on this mockery. and why is it lord could want one president but not the other. when one man gets it, the lords people say, God willed it so, but if its who they don't want, then its the devil at work. we must make up our mind on what type
of hypocrites we want to be.

children are still in cages, and the pandemic may reach them too, and we must contend with what that could mean, that we justified that, and allowed Donald J Trump to be our commander-in-chief.