tomorrow's all grown up pro school shooter today

fire alarm like a funeral dirge

the chief executive breathes heavy

breathing out a big mac diet

there will be twitter speeches

copypasted into livefeed

there will be fitter creatures

brandishing AR-15s

there will be

hard at work doling condolences

the chief executive breathes heavy

breathing in his newspool's angst

he thinks he thought

america is the problem

the plentitude of our aspirations at issue

america is the problem

the plethora of our sicknesses bonedeep

but he may not say this

he may not say this

today

rather

there will be careful language

codifying nothing much

there will be angry banquets

slopping cold charity

there shall be

masticating lukewarm gravitas

the chief executive breathes heavy

exiled from his golf resort

he thinks he thought

america is your problem

the purchase of all dreams pending review

america is your problem

the patina of mass delusion flaking like gilt

but he does not say this

he does not say this

today

instead

there will be grief counselors

dispensing free tissue

there will be brief legislators

legislating over the rainbow

there must be

snuffling like a truffle hunting hog

the chief executive breathes heavy

hearing glass clatter into klaxon

he thinks he thought

. . . .

. . . .

. . . .

. . . !

but he can not say anything

he cannot say anything

today

thank god