Victory!

 "Come Celebrate, Comrades! We've done it! We have remade America as a Socialist Utopia at last! I've got a peppermint mocha for each of you!"

"Um... like, thanks for the mocha but you know most of us still don't have health insurance, right? And I don't know how I'm paying my already late rent this month. Are you sure we've succeeded in making America a socialist utopia?"

"Hello!? Didn't you hear the barista say Happy Holidays instead of Merry Christmas? Victory is ours! Viva la revolución!!!"

How can I read when there's writing to be done

I sit to read and the first page is brilliant and inspires me so, I hop up to write
I sit to write about life, and love and, reminded that these are happening all about me, I hop up to live

I spin in circles

possibility overwhelms me

I look at my phone

"Reading and writing today" I post as my status update

and just like that, I get several dozen reacts, likes, loves, and hugs

I'll try reading again later

Is It Cake?

Life wasn't hard enough,

now we have to worry that things might be cake?

And I just saw a video of cake that was really a pillow. So anything might be cake and cake might not be cake?

Why are we doing this?

Leave cake be;

It's one of the few things we've gotten right.

It's one of the small spots of joy that almost make life bearable.

Cake.

Limerick

There once was a man from Nantucket
who knew he'd one day kick the bucket
This awareness of his mortal state
a sense of foreboding did create
and also, he had a comically large penis