"day is done
gone the sun"
taps
eyes weary from the day's work
yet
i scan the headlines
one last time why oh why
when
i know better
did i let myself do it
now
dreams tainted by cruelty
wrought by the vile orange man
will
haunt yet it was my choice
i
chose poorly
`
Poetry by one trick pony
Written on 2026-01-22 at 04:35
