Breathe.
You're not nauseous.
Breathe deeply.
The people who like Trump are just suckers.
In for four.
he probably won't win, right?
Hold for seven.
If he does, there's escape.
Out for eight.
I could move to Canada, escape him.
In for four.
How much does my journalism teacher really know, anyways?
Hold for seven.
It'll just be four more years.
Out for eight.
Who knows if gay prom will still be legal by then?
I hope it is,
because that's when I could go.
YOU ARE READING
Stormy Shoals: A Poetry Collection
PoetryAnother poetry collection from my heart, just letting the words bleed onto the page. I mask the hurt with pain, because pain demands to be felt. But hurt just demands to ruin your life.... 🖤🖤Trigger warning: everything🖤🖤 "Criminally underrated...
