Willingly or not,
the whole country
had become
his clown car
as the lunatic
took a seat
behind the wheel
The speedometer
read eighty
but he swore
he was reaching
speeds not yet
attempted
as he bumped
recklessly
down his route
An evil glint
flickered in his eyes
when darker hues
crossed his path
He swerved
at these innocent
pedestrians
as they attempted
to dive for what
little safety
still remained
He shouted
out the windows
in incomplete,
incompetent
sentences
about the really
big brain he claimed
was hiding under
that crazy orange hair
He laughed at
global warming,
stopping to have
the emissions doubled
just for kicks
Even when the roads
were desolate,
he bragged of the
enormous crowd
he declared had
gathered to
cheer him on
The danger sign
warned the bridge
was out ahead
but he hollered,
“Fake news!”
and slammed
his foot onto
the accelerator
Speeding with his
eyes closed
towards a bridge
that had long ago
collapsed,
all the while
proclaiming
how boldly
we were winning
even as the wheels
no longer
touched the ground
and the descent
loomed ominously
beneath us,
waiting for us
to realize
how fast
we were falling,
wondering if
the first clue
of our plunge
would be when
the metal smashes
the rocks below
and the car’s
ceiling and floor
become one
with the remains
of our bones
crushed in between
Even then,
with the ground
rapidly approaching,
the clown was
stuffing his pockets
while grinning
like a fool
22 Sep 2019
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