an ode to futility. 2.

he stood
grinning
like a goddamned fool
bareass
pointed
towards the open door
all while
he pissed into the fan.

the sorry
son of a bitch
would either be
a statistic
or
president.

i just sat
with my hand over
my wineglass
feeling the mist
across
my leathery cheeks.

god help us all.

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