One Verse at a Time

Tariff winds howl
through rusted factory towns
a tax on breath
a toll on bones.

 

We're choking on layoffs
while the orange king grins
his hands greasy with promises
palms up for the next grift.

 

They call it "protection"
but it’s a padlock on the pantry.
Vegetables rot in fields
truck beds sit empty.

 

Walmart prices skyrocket
with Made-Anywhere-But-Here labels.
Trump slaps a price tag on the country
says it’s winning
but paychecks are a ghost
that haunt last month’s rent.

 

Up in the penthouse,
Elon laughs in emojis,
Vance preens for the screen
his suit stitched with our tax dollars.

 

They’re carving the eagle
into a vulture
feathers plucked
for the Heritage Foundation's nest egg.

 

Democracy is a yard sale—
cheap, chipped,
sold to the loudest bidder.

 

The news is a slot machine
that spins headlines and lies.
Jackpot for the red hats
who cheer the clatter.

 

Tariffs on, tariffs off—
a light switch for chaos.
Stocks jitter like a caffeine fiend
and we're just trying to afford
a gallon of gas
to get nowhere fast.

 

Trump is dogging Greenland again
a dictator’s Monopoly board
while the ice melts
and the Gulf chokes on oil.

 

They ban the books
scrub the net
and burn the truth
but the Statue is still standing
cracked, she whispers revolt
through her copper throat.

 

We’re a nation of middle fingers,
flipping off DC.

 

The road is long
the tank is low
but I’ve got words
and a stubborn pulse.

 

Let’s weld the cracks with ink
and spit out the wrecking ball
one verse at a time.