I wrote this poem last year and I hadn’t published it yet. For better or worse, the poem is still timely and timeless.
Its The Economy Stooped
Hey homies
Welcome to the hows
Of whining elections
Know madder how many dwellings
Falling flat
Or lodging complaints
It really might be
A bout
Proferring the will
Of the people
Estating undeniably
Inhospitable a bode
Its the economy stooped
And no other
Subjects
A porched earth policy
Weather you like it or not
There will be
Know climate change
There will be
No real talk about race in this race
Let a loan
The human race
Its
A bout just US
And tar nation
Hell
O lord
Its
The manor of things
Aver ran duh
To our buy and buy
