Third term 

It’s gotta be a joke. How did Mayor Muriel Bowser win a third term? She didn’t get my vote. I didn’t wake up that day. I overslept — stomach queasy, rat bites on my homeless baby’s neck. Things ain’t always what they seem. Food truck at 7:00 served hard pinto every day. My baby’s going to jail. The hotdogs on the food truck were small, skinny, and stale. Everyday, I lose somebody. The fentanyl killing my babies. Smurda, Ioshyo, and Jay Yoshie OD-ed and died from scabies. When will it all end? Thou shall not steal is on of the Ten Commandments. It’s a sin. Now that you are reelected in this third term, help my tent city rebuild.