Wednesday, January 29, 2025

Bad Poetry: The Slow March

 

First the bubble pops

The endless greed

That desires to replace

All of us humans

With computer programs;

Then come the nonsensical tariffs

On all of our precious microchips

Making it more expensive

To buy a phone,

Computer,

Car,

Or just about anything.

Then the federal funding freezes;

The mass firing of the watchdogs;

The offer to just quit

And hide your head in the sand.

When the deportations start

There won't be anybody to pick the food,

Put a roof on your house,

Or change the sheets at a hotel.

When you're paying ten dollars a carton

For eggs, and the price of apples

Is eight dollars a pound,

And your kid loses their free school lunch,

And the old lady down the street

Can't use her SNAP benefits;

Will you perhaps reflect

That maybe it wasn't a good idea

To vote for an idiot?

Or do I ask too much?

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Bad Poetry: The Slow March

  First the bubble pops The endless greed That desires to replace All of us humans With computer programs; Then come the nonsensical tariffs...