My Government

Peripheral issues,

like where to raise fireflies,

consume my government.

My government,

not yours.

I don’t share,

And my whole bureaucracy is off their meds, anyways.

Stop staring at my nudity.

You aren’t supposed to be here.


The Republic

Republic of

Dirty minds

Dirty hands

Dirtier laundry


Red faces

Red eyes

Red accounts


Depressed minds

Depressed progress

Depressed lives


In the end they did not take either road

because neither had a sign

and they were not told to.