When the Fascists Come
The Government is Lying to You and Trying to Kill You (or, I Tried to Write an Aubade but Wrote This Instead)
If the government doesn’t kill me
I’ll choke on my own bile
Alone, forsaken, reviled.
If the government doesn’t kill me
I’ll choke on my own bile
Alone, forsaken, reviled.
Life comes clearer on a hot, hazy summer day.
Sunburnt shoulders hunched from carrying the weight of the world
And the weight of your child and his laughter.