You were educated in what was thought as a quality public education. Your daily lectures were interspersed with lessons concerning CRT, gender dysphoria, and white guilt
But the past couple of years doubt started creeping in based on personal observations of the country’s failings this current controlling political party has built
The college degree still years from being paid, netted a low paying barista job in an area beset by daily crime
Originally obsessed with proper pronouns, socialism and whatever fight the media is currently pursuing, you are now passing the hours one latte at a time
The depressing sameness of living each day with an angry mental hair trigger had become soul crushing
All the while striving for the Utopian life the cloistered tenured professors had been gushing
When in reality the idea of home ownership, travel abroad, and the end to student loans were a just a pipe dream
Used and fleeced by the idealistic spouting left, leaving your self value feeling as a lowly pawn in a mad man’s scheme
You’d tattoo’d, pierced, and dyed. You’d marched, protested, hung out and hooked up and then it hit you right between the eyes
Your sainted leftist leaders, the ones you voted for, fought for, and ostracized friends and family for were using you and everyone lies
It turns out this leftist group were way worse that those capitalist pigs for the past few years you had cursed
The left had always been about their own greed. The border crisis, Russian collusion, big Pharma shots, Ukraine money laundering, and the New Green Deal were an orchestrated plot to help quench this avaricious thirst
The capitalist pigs desired wealth and power but at least grudgingly paid their workers to achieve their riches
Your once worshiped leftist leaders had turned out to be just a bunch of lying, cheating, covetous sons of bitches
So who will try to sell this socialist agenda when this elected dishonest senile fool is finally run out of town on a rail
The decision could be tough as most of the current elected leaders have a good chance of being in jail
An Observer of Life in Bad Poetry 