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Commentary on Apocalypses Trump was an illusion
His job was to weed you out
And he did it well
That's why, in 2015
His friends, the Clintons,
Gave him the call
And maybe
Pinocchio
Thought he was a real boy,
But does that even matter?
You tied yourself to a stone
Whose job
Was to jump off a bridge
Like it's friends and into cold, deep water
I see your thought bubbles
From where I am
Cause I'm ahead of my time
They'll have me walking a plank
Not for real, but in a sense
For not towing either line
Probably at some point
But yes, your thought bubbles
Rising like prayers
Rising to the surface
You're screaming from below
But the bubbles are empty
Did you have any of your own thoughts
...even before they were deleted?
Oh Oh
The PostPoem tradition of THE RANT lives! - Great observing/warning/calling out. Double bravo!
It's funny, but I didn't
Thank you.
It's funny, but I didn't realize I was in need of penning a rant-poem last night until the moment I started writing. But I'm just disappointed in all the wasted anger and energy people across spectrums have burned up this year, as things much deeper, and frankly quite more sinister, carries on virtually unchallenged. We all have reason to unite to stop it, but instead irrational, sectarian anger and spats of violence rule the day. Tragic are we.
Anger Revisited
I would like to reduce the rage to just bad sportsmanship, but there were bombs and guns, not just opposition banners. Anyone thinking of danger to civilians - stay home requested. People have to go to work. May the mob stay home! It is a season of celebrations.