Completely spread out
completely scattered
across
my
floor
I definitely threw the puzzle problem
down
there
Definitively stomped on its pieces
kicking some
getting rid of them
I am not some heroic champion at putting pieces together
but
at least I can for sure
focus on ruining them
The dopamine fix in putting puzzles successfully together is out of my
reach
I’d rather immediately press down hard with my finger on the easy to reach big button called “Trigger”
to quickly rectify
the disappearance of any socially evolved problems
– I have no clue as to how to fix democracy and
feed and care for everybody
Are you kidding me!
God! I can barely feed and care for myself !
Don’t even try to get ME involved !
I already feel like a big loser
If you even hint at or I get a whiff of
you getting me to pick up America’s problems and helping you in putting them together solving them
I will defensively rudely call you yelling loudly directly names
into your online screen face
“EVIL COMMUNIST TRUMP DERANGED LIBERAL !!”
I will try and make you go away and leave me alone in
my awesomely heroic misery
An angry righteous martyr
who is at least successful
in not having any solutions
and in definitely making things successfully worse
©️ September 2025 Much Love, Deb Poems

This poem was inspired by Pew Research
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