From the Chicago Tribune

To the Baltimore Sun

A new investor

On the run

Hopes from the ground

Now in the air

New times

There

Sweet walks

On Los Angeles streets

Easy breeze

With uneasy seas

Tonight leave back for home

Hold to a new path

Don’t walk alone

Laid eyes upon weary tables

Sort of deranged

Like a drunken fable

Upon the lips we whisper

Shiver

While we wait to consider

What is coming and what is done

What is over

What has not yet run

Peril for certain

Behind the red-dressed curtain

Hope of sanity to prevail

But what is currently setting sail

Has nothing to do with me and you

Or everyday people

Rather a toxic agenda

Of some 1% world

From which we all pull

Our nutrients

Now peril and restlessness

Seems to be on the horizon

But we must do our best

To better our own

Mankind

Hold on to hope

Of what is the ideal

For what was fake

And now what is real

The world stands still

While the intentions

Are revealed

Shaggy aboriginal

With a desire to plant

For the future

Pass a bizarre world

Looking through the glass

Cagey and dressed

With attire

Pass suite

Man

On a wire

Instruction

Of the highest form

Melted into the color

Of norm

Teaching and learning

All life long

Fears fade when

The mind is strong

In the early morning

A jog down the street

About 75 degrees

The streets of L.A. must always

Be watched

Never run alone it seems

The stretch of sunset

There are always characters

At every turn

Run in the morning

Run

Chicago is letting go

Instead of being furloughed

Back on the selling block

Time for a reset

As the time is set

For the Los Angeles Times

To go up for sale

A local businessman

Will now partake

A new stake

In the papers

Up for auction

And here come the takers