stcculky

Howdy y’all. sorry for not posting. not much time nor energy these days.
However, we wrote a poem after the inauguration.

i found it kind of funny
staring at that orange man
as he rambled on the tv screen
about concepts of a plan

months later the news broke out
that he’d won the countries vote
and the first thing that i thought was,
“i need to buy a boat.”

i need to buy a boat, i thought
i must escape this place
theres only so many months before doomsday,
and im limping through time’s race

come Christmas, there were rumors
of “La Migra” in your town
boot-licking sons of bitches
that would send my friends straight down

Straight down into the cages
Down at the border’s edge
And for a moment I considered
Leaping off the roof’s edge

By January, panic
They’d removed our favorite app
But only for about a night,
and the next morning, I found a gap

A gap between the cracks
within the algorithm’s remains
And peering through those cracks I found
The orange man’s face

Each video he didn’t like,
he’d push through out of my screen
until instead of punks and witches
only his face could be seen

Next morning, inauguration
Where I find myself today
His husband did the forbidden salute
And all I could do was pray

Pray to wake up from this dream,
this hazy nightmare I was trapped in
Perhaps, come snowy morning,
I’ll be on my sailboat, strapped in.