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"My Microcosms in a Nutshell"
by Jeph Johnson
Bells ring out
Pavlovian
When I peek
From the covers
I've too many
Allegories
Alluding to
One another
My life is filled
With idiocy
Audacity
And innuendo
I see God's face
In the mirror
When I peer
Out the window
Coincidental
Irony is
Just the
Latest bummer
My Winter
Hemisphere
Is celebrating
Endless Summer
A stitch in time
To me sounds so
Much more
Universal
Until the time
Referred to
I realize
Is a reversal
So does that
Truly mean
I've gone
Back to the future?
Maybe
Michael J.
Fox is my
Executive Producer!
His Family Ties
Character
Was a Reagan
Conservative
Stale since
The eighties
Despite the
Preservatives
The poor
Perceive their
Pockets, empty
Being pilfered
By billionaires
Bewitched,
Bothered and
Bewildered;
All bruised
And belittled,
And metaphorically
Beaten
Donald J.
Trump's just
An overgrown
Alex P. Keaton
I've given a
Golden example
From the
Silver screen
But for those
Of you younger
Who don't know
What I mean
Just consider it
It crawls up
Inside your
Very soul
Which skeptics
Like me
Agree isn't
Even the goal
Deep down
I'm depressed
Take that back
it's up front
I guess
Suicidal
Ideation is
My publicity stunt
Moseying
Along
With my arms
By my side
Brandishing
The weapon
Of concealing
My pride
Seven years
Of bad luck
Despite an
Unbroken mirror
Progressive
Yet politically
Incorrect
I appear
There's money
All around;
Fifty shades
Of green
Catering to
My fetish
Of having
Self esteem
I sought pimp
In the thesaurus
And found
The word "panders"
So I emptied
My pockets
To the campaign
Of Sanders
My alternate
Alternative
In my mind
Who just might
Be the only
One left
When they all
Went right
