I lay my tired body down,
head on my pillow,
pull up the sheets,
lids heavy…
when they appear before me,
a melee, making themselves heard.
I lay my tired body down,
head on my pillow,
pull up the sheets,
lids heavy…
when they appear before me,
a melee, making themselves heard.
Last night I had a nightmare, it was November 2016
And Obama was soon going to be a has-been
In my sleep, I wondered about the next POTUS
If it were to be a certain someone, heaven help us
If the ex-First Lady didn’t make it
Of which I have my doubts
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