I met JoJo Siwa and she crafted

a new dance just for me

we were both at a pet adoption

event in a strip mall next to her studio

    it felt like receiving a papal blessing

    like wrapped in a wind of neon nice

    serene calm and flatwater, a persistent

    derecho pressing down ambient waves

of grain

    like so many tassels and ribbons at rest

 

I was standing in the Holy City USA

there'll be no respite anointed in pop despotism and

I still got bills to pay

won't you adopt me can't you

adopt me

the governor of this land is an

illiterate hog farmer, he

was purchased at market

by the previous governor

      Cub of a billionaire

and I got bills to pay

and the dance blessing shelters and shakes me

with it's herky jerky moves genuflecting the air

            I don't really care about what they say

            I'm a come back like a boomerang

and still I repeat myself since

meeting the Pope of Nebraska