Do you ever get the sense that politics is following some inextricable, absurd, and perilous coarse? I find American politics increasingly resembling that nightmare where a slow-walking monster is chasing you and no matter how fast you run it is just behind you. Unfortunately, this seems to be the case even if you are woke. Will we be able to tell the difference between being undead and living?
Zombie Politics
The dawn of the dead
An origin story
From necking the dead
Getting ahead
With shotgun solutions
Only dead
From the neck up
Or the neck down
Only fallowed buy
Wear wolves in sheep’s clothing
Bringing on those silver bullets
And our last act
Bloodthirsty
Vampires feed
On a body politic bleeding out
As wood stake their life
Knot sow much living
As undead
