'I Love the Smell of MAGA Tears in the Morning'

[tanyev]

4. LOL, have to add this paragraph:

But today? Today I want eye contact. The real kind. I want to walk into that same grocery store like I own the goddamn produce section, chin up, cart loud, soul louder. I’m squeezing every melon, avocado, and lime I can find just to make a point. Hell, I might squeeze a few potatoes out of spite. I’m setting up residence in the soup aisle and calling it liberation. Cry harder, MAGA. Cry fucking harder. Don’t mind me. I’ll be over here filling my cup with your tears.