These Days

are of whines and poses,
lies and denials 
which only compound the lies;

 bombardments of accusations, 
grenades like turds: 
misstatements and obfuscations. 

 Thus life goes on.

 Disgust floats like dust in the breeze.
To the skies rise up 
petitions for assistance and mercy,

 outcries, laments 
made to those 
who swore oaths to protect us.

 And the tweets go on,
presumably at God’s direction
in God’s nasty voice.