hey, cousin…

How did we get here?  
With a man who lies  
and stirs the storm,  
who turns hate into headlines  
and power into a joke.

There’s a squishy feeling, like your fingers  
pressed into soft dough,  
the way your body sinks  
into the warm, endless bed of a blanket.  

School’s great. I *love* waking up early  
to sit through hours of stuff I’ll forget.  
Lunch? A gourmet mystery I’ll never solve.  
Tests? Oh, the thrill of failing with style.