Haiku For When Nothing Makes Sense

What country did we wake up in today?

Image by Dorothe Wouters from Pixabay

Halloween’s over
The real nightmare begins now
For kids on food stamps

In America
Where one in eight citizens
Depended on SNAP

(FYI: SNAP is
food stamps, in case you
weren’t clear). But, so what?

A gilded ballroom
Means more to our President:
Kids can’t even vote

Those who’ve never known
Hard times, bad luck, injustice
Know where to place blame

Simple formula:
Some people made poor choices
And that’s why they’re poor!

Why not round them up
With other problem people,
Put ’em all in camps?

Then we can focus
On cutting social programs
Wealthy folks don’t need

There are better things
To do, like meeting quotas
For deportations

Or sending soldiers
Into rioting cities
Where there’s no riot

Or testing live nukes
Like our President wants to
‘Cuz that’ll show ‘em

Show who? It depends.
A mad king’s shifting moods are
Tricky to predict

Best to keep him calm
Remodeling the bathrooms.
(Don’t say “Epstein files”

Anywhere near him)
Which should be easy enough
If you’re in Congress

And Republican;
You’ve been away six weeks now
Still collecting pay

Not too bad a gig
Why rock the boat? Wait —
Let’s not mention boats

Better idea: move
Like Miller, Rubio, Noem
To where it’s safer.

Military base
Housing is surprisingly
Quite comfortable

Alarmed citizens
Might think it’s not a good look,
Leaders in bunkers

But unless they read
Project Two-Ought-Twenty-Five,
What do they know? Squat!

We move fast, break things
The cruelty is the point
Empathy is bunk

Still, those hungry kids.
Hope their Halloween candy
Lasts them long enough