I am surrounded by the profligate nature of failure.
It is a wild, nomadic thing.
It goes nowhere when it is going
And startles the accomplishments of others
I am gyring in a widening circle of numbness.
I can’t feel anything in the cushion of my shoe
America is falling apart.
Splinters wig out into my eyes.
I can’t see the truth beneath the bigotry of protestors.
They think they own the roads.
They drop ashcans from the Brooklyn Bridge.
Hundreds of narcissists marching down the highway,
Feeling entitled while they hate Wall Street
Or anything that helps them or gives them jobs.
A few kids killed by the cops.
Millions of us dying every day.
Obama promised to bring us together.
Lies are the things that elections are made of.
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