unreal country trapped in reality show fever dream administrations,
a golden wall of stupid with no exits, escape lanes blocked,
even the glitz distractions come to fuckup.
cue the clowns, ghosts, frauds, miscreants and posers
all the dumb asses stormed the stage, they own this show about nothing
why bother reading books, “how do you turn them on?”
we can’t even do envelopes right,
can’t even read the names of winners from a card.
Out the window comes
a butterfly looking in:
No, it’s a dead leaf
crows squawk dive bombing
The hawk lands on treetop, then
leaves, chased towards sunshine