Baseless claims
Covered in the bases
Inside the bases are threads
Tying together interwoven very strange
How can lies and truth now be called the same
Differentiation
Miley if not wholly
Insane
Playing a new game
New rules
New attempts at truth and lies
From the cold winter ground
To the opaque spring sky
I can not try to understand all the commotion
Just new words in rotation
Under God’s Great Nation
Right and wrong
Worshipped and rejected
Hallowed and undetected
Pretending to play along
Contradictions in action
In practice
Malpractice
What is religion
What has it become
Just a paperweight on a stone counter
A wishful hope of love
Amongst a silent chatter of hate
How can hate be the dominant theme
It’s desgusting
This whole religious identity thing
Recuse is in the news
Withdraw all efforts
Corruption is now the norm
Normal abnormal
Still disturbing
Russian hackers
Making names for old politicians
No clarity from the top
No direct vision
All the while corners are being
“Turned”
New tones are being drawn
All the while I lay back and yawn
Is this over yet
Are we back in campaign season
Or are we waiting to go back in session
Is there a limit to wrong
At some point is it all gone
The ability to screw things up
Over and over again and again
Writer repeat send
How many letters do we need to not have
To read anymore
How long can it all go wrong
A day
A year
Eternity
Affirm me
Please that is not a possibility
Impossible
But possibly
I guess it could go on eternally
I will wait
And see
What is taken away
Raked away with hope
Diamond true
My eyes lay on you
Hope in your wind blown heart
Each and every part of us
Has been taken away with little seeds
Of anxiety
Highly anticipated
The news will arise from the dark
Our live will rise
From the bellows
From the bellows
The blame game
As the numbers go lower
Lower
No respect for these games
It’s a lame game
No one is panicked
No one is insane
The sane say that this is insane
Build your own facts
Build your own stories
The talking heads support what they want
Elites walk around confused
And then there is me and you
Trying to figure it out
Hold on
What happens next
Such a stupid fang
A wrong clip
At the wrong moment
Who claims to be the relative opponent
Maybe it’s the rub of the grape
Fermented a bit too long
Alcohol preserved now
No going back to the old way
It’s just a stupid fang
Teeth I am not proud of
Moments lacking in empathy
Writing wistfully
Hopefully
But these fangs are not going away anytime soon
What is the feisty destiny of this fang tooth
Goodnight bright lights
Sirens of the police
Right outside the front door
Where my wife and I sleep
Goodnight LA
I guess there was a misunderstanding
A man was shot outside
While we were away planning
I guess this changes the future
Safety is a fleeting hope
Maybe we should just move along
Go away from this house
Away from the long night
Two steps and give flight
I hope the man was alright
Tonight
Uproars thank goodness
Finally raucous
When we have clowns trying to hold mass
It’s time to get into class
Renewed hopes lie on unusual shoulders
These place holders
Are now finding lessons in power
From the people
By the people
A breathe of fresh air
That is seems now people actually care
Isn’t it over
The ambush of noise and pageantry
Can we move on to the issues friends
What message does it send to continue
Down a trick path
Of rallied souls for nothing more than TV
When can we move on and talk about wages
Wars and other issues of the day
Rallies are not everything
People show up and make noise
But that resolves little
Little done in little time
We are all now forced to walk the line
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