I wrote this in the rain

Do you ever make the most gut wrenching, delicious poems/short stories in your notes app but ya only realize they’re not dog piss after a long time? Same. I wrote this February 26, 2025 and I remember hating it at the time… not sure why tho cuz it’s a MASTERPIECE. 

I don’t know how to say how I feel

The weight on my chest isn’t real

And nothing can compare to it

Not even death

I’m just sort of floating through 

a fascist hell, bit by bit

Slowly sinking into it

I feel the word on the tip of my tongue 

After all, I’m still young they tell me

“Open up” and I throw up instead

All over their

red,

white,

and blue blazers

And I see all of the cops pointing their tasers

Down at the man on the street

His little girl crying, watching him get beat

The Nextdoor neighbor laughing, cackling because he believes “He shouldn’t be free”

But next thing you know, she’ll be gasping for air

On the streets with a tin

Waiting for passersby to put their cash in

What a beautiful world that we live in

But when it comes time for…

Thanksgiving 

There are no plates left to eat

And half the family is on the street

So what will we do?

Will the cycle continue?

Why would we the people elect such fecal matter

To lead us to nothing but suffering with his power

—Oliver Crow

April 24th, 2025