Picking Daisies

I know Matt Whitaker
I don’t know Matt Whitaker

Except, here’s the thing.

We’re not picking daisies
Mr. President
you’re running the country
Mr. President
and you don’t even know who you know?
Mr. President

America is not one of your companies.
America is not your next big deal.
America is not another bankruptcy for you to cash in on.

Mr. President
we’re not picking daisies,
but if we were
she’d love you not.

I’m wide awake, it’s haunting.

With
an
ear
to
the
ground

these
words
seem
futile,
consciousness
bludgeoned

by
the
American’s
perversion
of
freedom.