The Grapes of Wrath

He must not like books,
but he thinks he likes me.
Strange fool that he is.

Or was… Really?
Is that still the reason
for all this gang stalking?

All upset after 40 years
because I refused to
wave in your parade?

Did Harry come to Megan
and say “We’re getting married.”
one day, just out of the blue?

Prince of nothing! How dare you impose
your son of a hag everyone knows
upon my life and my world!

Your right to the pursuit of happiness
is NOT actually, on any level
meant to allow your pursuit of me.

My name is Joy, yes, a word
similar to happiness…
So, did the AG say it was OK?

Does it exist in some federal policy
somewhere in the banal depths
of that haint white house?

Maybe it does. Maybe I was woven
into the pork fat of some
well fettered bill.

You people! You pests!
You infantile brats without a shred
of sanity! Just couldn’t let me be.

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