If I were to write free verse

I would tell you
My life does not make sense
I did not father three children
To live apart from them

And the America
Of George W. Bush
And Donald Trump
Is so foreign to me
As to be unrecognizable
May it be Destroyed!

But I can't write free verse
Just small ones
Little rhymes

Today nachos
Cucumber sushi
Cranberry juice with lime

Inigo
Fezzick
Yes, yes - some other time.