Poem: A Diseased Mind

A political poem, I guess.

Imagine the state
where you vote for the guy
that is only concerned
with feathering his nest,
with causing unrest; with thinking
about himself — not thinking about you.
A diseased mind — I mean the voter,
as much as the guy. And yes, of course
I mean Trump. That’s true.

But also I mean Luxon too.