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
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
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
What’s the news
News new about the blues
All around the doom and gloom
I guess it was coming
Whether it be now
Or sometime soon
I hope there is a better narrative offered
How can any feelings be not fraught with anxiety
Highly toxic situations playing out on TV
Grieving hard to find solutions
Not all caught in one place
Somehow I am out of place
Out of sync with the human race
Seed the truth
With loads of premium ice
Low and cold
Freezing
Sing out in imperfect harmony
Rung out from a towering bell
A momentous part of me
Drinking a cup of hot coffee
Seed the what is true
Pull what is not
I am writing this well in advance
Hoping to cope with the reality
Of what is new
What is old
What is the new me
And how it all works
Works
Works
Barely
Working
Vote for me
Vote for me
Vote for me and you will see
I am the savior of the problems
No problems will persists
The world is in peril
And I the only fix
Vote for me
Over here in the corner
I have my chest out to be the proudest
And what better but my voice be the loudest
Forget the sick and poor
This country has so much more
You can see in my gold gilded hallways
Make it rain when its already pouring
No tax return no ability to audit
Thank goodness no one caught it
Vote for me
Even though its over
I already won
The problems we face
Have begun
To be undone
There is no check and balance
Goodness no
Just silence
Silence
Where we go now
Deep into depths of regret and unknown
“Wanderlust”
A brawny evening
Bold with winter folds
Cold
Unnerved
Holidays season is upon us
Yet this year there lacks a certain
Gusto
Who knows
Maybe it’s me
Maybe it’s the weather
Whether or not it is me
Or the other
The season of change is upon us it seems
Ready to brake at the seems
What it all seems is
Off
Just another brawny winter night
Surge the dollar
Pure investor ebullience
Jitters provoked
Revoked
My dollar stays the same
Still 4 bucks for coffee
6 bucks for a meal
What the fuck is the fuss?
Fuss fuss fuss
I still can barely keep up
This powerful emblem means something
To someone
Just not me
Not today
Or tomorrow
Hit the high gear
It’s getting rough
Tax cuts
Sequesters
I’ve had enough
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