the last italian glass

the last italian glass hit the floor as tiny thieves steal my winnings… guns drawn mutually destroyed Ice melted puddles childish laughter dripped onto a wooden floor… they all chased the queen looking for that royal flush… at the end of the rainbow when they found it they were awestruck eyes wide mouths gawking… all the gold dumped into the leprechauns coffers not from need but pure relentless greed… his mind had to feed the rich get richer the poor poorer middle squeezed between… cries of help unseen… the orange troll’s opulence obscene as he attempts to dawn the kind mask of Mamdani his cruel features too strong to obscure his con man mask melting off for all to see the world buckles under his enormous idiocy What can we do? I do ask you? What can we do? Pick up a broom Sweep up the glass all the broken pieces even the tiny In the cracks in between a nation divided without civil discourse knows not what to do It is a headless corpse stumbling about lashing out with the tariffs of a mad man no real captain at the helm just a fox news hallucination a weak man’s attempt at power a sad attempt at the wizard of oz this wizard has no contraptions no curtain just 2 hands doing who knows what blowing bubba who knows where… while the ghost of jeffrey epstein hovers about him whispering secrets of their past to everyone on the megaphone of his death empathy is under attack and the people know it too So goodbye hatefulness goodbye vengeance goodbye quiet little piggy...