my apartment window on
capitol hill
and hear
what sounds like seagulls,
or cats
screeching with their
tails stuck
under rocking chairs.
but no.
it's protestors singing songs
they just
made up,
something about Trump
and Elon Musk,
they're banging on trashcans
as they croak
out of tune
nursery rhymes,
pumping their pink
fists in the cold
Washington air.
Dr. Freud call your office,
you have a lot of work
to do.
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