maybe i've been wrong

as i water

my petunias in the back yard

i see my

neighbor

sitting on her deck. she looks

despondent.

hey.

hey, she yells back.

you okay?

yes, she says. i'm okay.

a little sad.

why,

what's up?

well the war is over and now

i don't know

what to do with

my Saturdays.

they even got the hostages

back.

i'm not sure what to protest next.

oh, fiddle dee dee, i tell her.

there's a big

no kings protest next weekend.

that should be fun.

yeah, yeah.

i know.

but i'm starting to think things

over.

maybe he's not so bad

after all.

he's trying to stop crime,

secured the border,

he's rounding up murderers

and rapists,

blowing up drug filled boats

from the cartels,

he's ending

wars, he's keeping dudes

out of women's

sports and bathrooms,

gas is cheaper,

he's all over the place trying

to make this

country better.

maybe i've been wrong.