Home Word Bound
Michael Marchese
2 years elapses
Right back to the
Lapse in
The facts
In this Pax
‘Mericana
Reacting en masse
To the mass
Paranoia,
Hysteria
Spreading
Like fires
As wild
As isis kids’
Vetting
Regretting
Detention centers
And forgetting
The criminal record
Of liberty’s
Treading
In floodwaters rising
Too toxic to drink
And the carbon downsizing
Too noxious to think
So don’t blink
Or you’ll miss
The disguising
The virus,
The climate crisis
Confirmation’s
Unbiased
Bipartisan
Bickering
Bill becomes law
So you don’t see
The fatal,
Pronatalist
Flaw
Just a stimulus package
Diverting the crashing
And backtracking
Taxes
Like trickle down
Fascists
About the Creator
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