I was so hyped to vote early in person that the experience inspired me to write a poem–something I hadn’t done during the quarantine months until now. Strangely enough, the poem came to me as what First Lady Melania Trump would do when her hubby lost the 2020 election.
You say you packing up early 'Cause you gotta find a private School in New York for Baron But isn't that all your shit in those suitcases? I see you, Melania Oh, you say you're talking To the heads of schools To see which one you like But aren't those all divorce lawyers? I see you, Melania Oh now you're giving Extensive notes to your New personal assistant But isn't she the tell-all ghost writer for famous people? I see you, Melania You said "Fuck Christmas" Apparently you've given up on "Be Best" Now say "Fuck white supremacy" Oh, you're not going to touch that one? I see you, Melania