Saturday, July 4, 2020

day TWELVE HUNDRED and SIXTY FOUR


130K

one hundred
and thirty thousand

dead

and the babydick-tator
is worried

about statues
and monuments

to rapists
to slave owners
to misogynistic warlords

to small men
with big egos
like his

he’s a walking
virus himself

an american cancer

with blood
on his hands

etched into
the mt. rushmore of villainy

a kleptocratic cartoon

a good dog
a good dog

nothing but a traitorous mutt

holding the kremlin’s jock strap
in his mouth

while the infected
and the damned

stagger off to the hospital

and the suffering
starts to rise.   

--John Grochalski                                

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