REALITY, April 8
If you think about it
it isn't preposterous
for you to conclude
the Earth is a hospice.
All life, all species,
of course, are ephemeral,
to try to deny it
is mental Demerol.
Believe if you must
in God we trust,
don't make a fuss,
we're essentially dust
from which we come
to which we'll go,
that is the game
goodbye, hello.
This hospice, however,
is poorly run.
(I assume that's not
news to anyone.)
Lacking in comfort,
lacking in calm,
chock-full of things
causing us harm,
indifferent as to
whether we're well.
You know what it is?
It's a hospice from hell.
A hospice designed
essentially
by Donald Trump
and his GOP
with the intent
to put in your head
this is so awful
you'd be better dead
rather than here
with hapless bystanders
who are so distressed
they'd elect Bernie Sanders
which is not a solution
in times like these
all it would be
is different disease.
