Haiku For When The Benefits Run Out

On the day after Halloween, what country did we wake up in?

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Halloween’s over

The real nightmare begins now

For kids on food stamps

In America

Where one in eight citizens

Depended on SNAP

(FYI: SNAP

is food stamps,

in case you weren’t clear). But, so what?

A gilded ballroom

Means more to our President:

Kids can’t even vote

Those who’ve never known

Hard times, bad luck, injustice

Know where to place blame

Simple formula:

Some people made poor choices

And that’s why they’re poor!

Why not round them up

With other problem people,

Put ’em all in camps?

Then we can focus

On cutting social programs

Wealthy folks don’t need

There are better things

To do, like meeting quotas

For deportations

Or sending soldiers

Into rioting cities

Where there’s no riot

Or testing live nukes

Like our President wants to

‘Cuz that’ll show ‘em

Show who? It depends.

A mad king’s shifting moods are

Tricky to predict

Best to keep him calm

Remodeling the bathrooms

(Don’t say “Epstein files”

Anywhere near him)

Which should be easy enough

If you’re in Congress

And Republican;

You’ve been away six weeks now

Still collecting pay

Not too bad a gig

Why rock the boat? Wait —

Let’s not mention boats

Better idea: move

Like Miller, Rubio, Noem

To where it’s safer

Military base

Housing is surprisingly

 Quite comfortable

Alarmed citizens

Might think it’s not a good look,

Leaders in bunkers

But unless they've read

Project Two-Ought-Twenty-Five,

What do they know? Squat!

We move fast, break things

The cruelty is the point

Empathy is bunk

Still, those hungry kids.

Hope their Halloween candy

Lasts them long enough