Sheep

A couple of cool kids in knitted caps laugh in the corner of a coffee house and

I wonder first, what’s really so funny about our present state of affairs? And

second,

did they knit those caps with their own hands from the wool of

American sheep?

Trump trumpeters trumpet in the corner of a coffee house and

I know that bringing jobs home plays second fiddle to building walls and

banishing

dreamers.

Yes, let’s send the pricks packing back to their countries of origin—countries

they really have never known— so they can take up the

knitting

our stylish caps.

Yes, let’s keep on keepin’ on with our lax gun laws; and let us not lose focus on the

evil of Planned Parenthood. Let’s shut down the government for three fucking days and

make sure we pay those in power while our military servicemen/women continue their

duties without compensation for the most honorable jobs on the planet.

A couple of cool kids in knitted caps laugh in the corner of a coffee house and

I want to introduce them to actual cynicism—because what they joke about isn’t fucking

funny.

Feminism, in the true sense, isn’t something that should be disparaged. And

if they didn’t rely on motherfucking memes to educate them—if they would research

beyond

sensational main stream media—maybe they would gain some respect, and become

proactive.

A couple of cool kids in knitted caps laugh in the corner of a coffee house and

I shake my head at the willful ignorance.

I scream inside.

I consider stuffing their caps down their throats.