47th President Poem: I began my journal on January 6th, by Adriana Rocks

Told in three acts

Act I
What is a pen
But a makeshift magic wand?
The books were burning and
She hoped the empire would fall

Act II
There are seven different mosses
And lichens on this stump
And have they lost their composure
In spite of asylum and foreclosure?
Do they also look at the stars
And think about work?
About how the whore combs her hair
While the neighborhood burns?
How tax season comes around
Every year? It’s not so sexy but we’re
All sluts to the system here
Withdrawing cash to get the gear

Act III
I’ll stop to write because
It’s all I have to do
You swallow the pill
Or the pill swallows you

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