and gnashing of teeth
as the big
beautiful bill gets passed
after being tossed back and forth
between the house
and senate.
massaged and tweaked down
to the bone, but
the aisles are
wet with tears.
there are moans and groans
unheard of since
the civil war years.
speeches are made,
hair is pulled out in dyed clumps,
wigs are thrown
across the room.
men and women are bent
over in abdominal pain.
it's the end of the world
as we know it,
at least that is what
they claim.
and yet tomorrow, most
people will get up
and go to work or school.
some will lick ice-cream cones,
or have a picnic
in the shade.
it'll be
just another day.
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