The Current Political Climate Forced Me To Write This Bad Poem

political poem

Things have been pretty bad lately. Bad enough to inspire poetry!

I don’t actually understand what this poem means, maybe someone can explain it?

Mad dogs.

Mad dogs fight. Mad dogs go RUFF RUFF RUFF.

Where’d all the mad dogs go?

They at the club. They’re not fighting. They dancing. They dancing like there’s no

tomorrow.

YOLO Mad dogs. YOLOing so hard right now that they’re dance fighting.

Nope, they’re actual fighting. Fight it out, mad dogs.

“RUFF RUFF RUFF RUFF,” they chant

“THIS WORLD IS ROUGH ROUGH ROUGH!”

The day is nearly done and I’m sitting on my fence. Contemplating.

All the mad dogs are asleep. Their foreheads wrinkled with worries of tomorrow.

I guess the truth is, mad dogs are no madder than the rest of us.

They do what they can.

***

Sun comes up and the mad dogs are still here.

I didn’t think they’d make it.

They didn’t think they’d make it.

I see them getting brunch before they go howl some more.

I see them sipping mimosas before they cry some more.

Wait a minute, I’m eating brunch with them. I’m howling with them.

I’m crying with them.

Am I mad dog too?

RUFF

Emily Menez is a writer, comedy nerd, and dinosaur enthusiast. Follow her on Twitter.

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