death at sea
this cockroach won’t die
he’s the donald trump of this apartment
pressed three times
with the clean end
of a shit-stained piece of toilet paper
there he is still crawling on it!
the insolent fuck!
but down
down you go
into the bowl with the rest
of this morning’s waste
paddling in the yellow water
reveling in the muck
i blow a trumpet with dirty fingers
declare this democracy dead
give a good hardy flush
send you the way of davy jones
dead as the american electorate
dead as the future seems
goodbye.
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