Partisan Potholes in Everyday Life

I woke up this morning, my pillow askew,
Clearly one party or the other is due.
Was it the left? Or the right? Who’s to blame?
For my bedhead disorder and coffee the same.

Tomorrow I work—oh, how tragic my plight,
Should I fault the red, or denounce the blue light?
Surely my paycheck, my boss, and my chair,
Are all political pawns in a grand partisan snare.

The sun dared to shine—what a scandalous thing!
Is it liberal daylight or conservative spring?
The rain must be filibustering the sky,
While thunder’s debating if freedom should fry.

Yet here’s a wild thought, absurd and insane:
Not every sneeze needs a donkey or crane.
Maybe a rose is just fragrant and sweet,
A moment of peace in the swirl of defeat.

© Susie Stiles-Wolf