Wednesday, February 20, 2019

Revised Poem: Trumpelstiltskin

Start subdued
Imagine you’re spinning
Falsehoods into votes
Then kick a hole in the floor
Kick until the hole gets bigger
Keep kicking
Harder
Harder
Harder
Until the hole is large enough
For you to fall through the floor
Dropping towards the Earth's core
As you yell:
I WON'T ACCEPT IMPEACHMENT!
And
I HATE YOU MUELLER!
And
THE WASHINGTON POST MUST GO!
And
IT’S ALL A WITCHHUNT!
Until your voice is no longer heard.

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