The Unfriending Zone

January 22, 2017

On this third day of the Trump phenomena I offer only an angry little poem. It’s in response to an exfriend suggesting I was the “problem with this country”. While I’m flattered by the notion that I have that much influence, I know better. I can only hope to, one day, become a problem to this country.

Dear Exfriend

It’s not you it’s me
First I see
Through your righteous smirk

You feel crossed
Paths they change
You circumstantial jerk

I don’t want to
See you hurt
Just to see you less

Time spent on you
Is better used
Cleaning up your mess

The republic deserves better poets then me and better leadership then the Donald. We all deserve the friends we keep, regardless of reason.

In Peace and Justice,
osv