the democratic confection

i try

to watch, 

the sugary sweet convention,

the big fluffy pastry

of wokeness.

i try to be a good citizen

and listen

to both

sides of the story

with my ear to the tv 

to find out what

the policies are.

what the answers are to turn

this ship

around.

crickets. just crickets.

i try hard to

settle my mind.

i sit through a few woke speeches

of the grinning has beens

chanting

that the world is fine.

we need four more years of this

cheap sour wine.

i watch with dismay

at the protests

outside.

democrats for terrorists.

part of me

is filled with disgust,

the other

is filled with sympathy

for the dying.

it's a circle of gibberish,

get an abortion

in a truck,

get a vasectomy next to

hot dog stand.

wear a dress,

wear a hat, wear a mask.

this is the our new and 

demented land.

no answers. just platitudes

and songs, grown men

wearing thongs.

now strike up the band,

let's get this party on

we can make America

worse again.