A Dream It Was

No downbeat sonnets here. It’s Friday night!
We made it through another trying week
Without a meltdown. Pretty soon, we might
Achieve that bit of peace that we all seek.
That is, unless the nightmare I just had
Was more than bits of undigested beef–
But, no. That’s silly. It can’t be that bad.
Trump didn’t win, right? Boy, that’s a relief!
Those celebrations by the KKK,
The rise in racist incidents in schools,
That couldn’t happen in the USA.
We’re crazy, maybe angry; we’re not fools.
Breitbart doesn’t have the POTUS’ ear.
It’s “White” House ’cause the paint’s white, right?
Oh, dear.


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