Keep Me In Your Thoughts Poem by Percy Dovetonsils

I woke up a few days
after the election
and it was official,
Trump was out,
Biden in,
no matter
how much
Trump denied it.

It was like
Christmas morning
when I was little,
waking up to that new dawn,
night's dark fears behind me,
the bounty under the sparkling tree
waiting to be opened,
waiting to surprise me.

So much
to look
forward to!

Oh sure,
there would be
the dread packages,
soft stuff,
socks and shirts,
disappointments,
pretending to be
real Christmas presents.

But there were sure to be
joy bombs, as well.
Toys to take out into
the shining snow
and play with
to my heart's content
or until
I busted them,
whichever
came first.

So much
to look
forward to.

Plus
not having
to think about
the human cesspool,
Trump,
night and day.
Unless, of course,
he managed to start
a nuclear war
in the next 60 days,
and I wouldn't
put it
past him.

Plus
he might just
run again
in 2024,
might just
get re-elected.
Americans are
that stupid.
That benighted.

So much
to look
forward to!