marching feet bashing at my thoughts.
Crashing at my gate, “Who is it?”
“Sorry, right house wrong gate” What? Huh?
Where are they now, at my backdoor?
Holding a cross, pleading silence,
From one who never made a noise.
“AH!, my dear president what brings you here,”
“God” “really?” “no, but you’ll believe it”
What are we doing? Where are we going?
How do we allow this, fully knowing?
Our rocky path, where were going,
That the future children are damned,
Pre-existing conditions, what even?
Pre-existing conditions, like my life?
Pre-existing conditions, slit by knife?
Pre-existing conditions, WHAT THE FUCK ARE THESE!
Pre-existing conditions, A FUCK YOU BY TRUMP!
Pre-existing conditions, PLEASE GOD, PLEASE NO LUMPS!
WHAT IN THE HELL HAVE WE BECOME!
I DON’T KNOW! IT MUST BE UNDONE!

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