It’s been a little bleak lately.
If I had an apple for every alternate fact,
I’d own an orchard.
Now, I like dark comedy, but I am not fond of orange
delivery.
That little blue bird T-boy keeps high jacking can’t get
a feather dry
before he is putting more spit on hashtags.
There is so much blabbering about a slogan, Make America
Great Again.
Yeah, I don’t know what that means either. I’d like them
to get back
to making America a democracy again.
So much for swamp draining, government is looking more
like
an alligator farm run by cannibals. For every dollar
dropped
in the bid pot, T-boy is serving up favors. There just
might be
some laughs though when golden wallets get emptied by
association.
Yet I’m a sucker for hope. (Shoot, women been bringing it
from the womb
since the very first baby bottom cry.) When faux tan
drops another tweet,
snowflakes gather more frost. It may look a whole lot
like midnight,
but the sun still crowns in the east.
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