I keep telling myself
This town is always a ghost
In August
Caesar’s month
Not Julie Seize
But the chubby nephew
On I, Claudius
I read both books
Before BBC made the series
Didn’t help
They all got it in the end
Killed off like innocent Summer
By the frost that comes late in the night
I could feel Helios
Withdrawing his blaze
From the not as long days
Now the Sun drops like a sailor’s pants
On an internet date
And I’ve got to put down
My baseball bat
And go face second grade
Teacher wore more makeup
Than Bozo the Clown
The horror of what too much hope
Can do to a pleasantly plain face
Good lesson there
Never believe magazine ads
Or TV commercials
No toy is fun 4 long
And no shampoo
Will end your loneliness
Soldier on
Through wars that run as long
As the Simpsons
Or are over before you can spell the place
There are no trends
In American politics or culture
Just fads to get us in trouble
And make us pick teams again
Every other generation
Now farmers and factory workers
Are Republicans
And billionaires donkeys
Really?
The parties conventions
Are straight up informercials
I listen to the dirt and I’m gonna
And wonder if my sandwiches
Would taste better grilled
There’s only one way out of here
And it’s all up hill
Hell, I don’t know
If we can even fly to freedom
And what is freedom anyway?
Trump looks like
The oldest teenager in the world
And Biden’s Methuselah
Pence is the whitest man
Who ever lived
And Kamala
Is every minority rolled into one
I can’t even remember
What race or gender I am
I’m just old
Pre-internet
Pre-social media
Pre-cellphone
I spoke to people
In the same room
Or within sight outside
Masked up on Halloween
Extorted candy into a paper bag
How will we know it’s Halloween?
How will we know Summer’s ended?
If everyone wears a mask
All the time
Don Arrup
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