in the not-too-distant past
when Republicans in Congress
would openly and shamelessly present
their atrocious Affordable Care Act
replacement bills
to the floor
their mean and life-threatening suggestions
on full display
to the public.
Now trapped as they are
in the self-created Trump unreality vortex
the emotion they feel is
(to be gracious)
the meek first step to shame
namely having been caught
creating another terrible bill
and feeling too cowardly
to release the evidence
of any wrongdoing.
And in a bizarre twist
even the man
who just yesterday was unanimously placated
by a creepily sycophantic cabinet
calls it "mean."
This poem © 2017 Emily Cooper.
