As soon as I heard the news, I turned to Twitter
and began to spit venom at my favorite target: self-
righteous liberals who (Bitter Me believes) elected Trump
and brought us, six years later, to this day. Too late
to take back this sick feeling so like that dark November
morning watching the electoral college fall. Our failure,
a country that could elect a man so ethically corrupt
a metaphor doesn’t exist to represent him.
Don’t know if I can muster the energy for more marches.
Maybe today I need to lie on the couch, contemplate
how long before they start gathering switches,
begin burning witches at the stake.