palliative care in poetry

a nation addicted to bad-faith outrage opiates
subscribed by the A.M. talk-radio spin doctors
now simply strung-out straight on the hard stuff
black-tar Trumpism injected straight into veins
from the cheap streets cut with Fentanyl fascism
nightly necrosis sets on too too sullied flesh
hate for hate’s sake with the withdrawal shakes
Oxycontin and Ritalin no longer reigning it in
overdose is coming but the dealers keep humming
they keep shilling out every pill that they got
the patient is terminal but no patience for that
patience for patients won’t buy them new yachts
bad-faith outrage and ahistorical Fox News bashes
while the medicine men go and yacht in the ashes