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Politics for Poets

Sept 8, 2013 (09-08-2013)

well . . .

I think I've blogged enough today.

"I'm all blogged out."

Content quickly gets stale, wicked, so it is always updated. Some content is hit with updates more often. Also: some of the content here is of a much higher quality than other content here. So if you don't like something: hey dude, whatever.

~ OK Now.

They say we are 'silent'. What should we do? We have noticed the devolution. Do we put ourselves at risk by talking down the cause of the psychopaths? Would anything we do be heroic? These forces, they've been set in place, and those who do the marching . . . are often not bad guys.

Praise God!

It gets left out
and no one takes it.      

The following poem is fresh, whipped up, off the cuff.

  
  There was a cliff along the side of the road
      and it went up to the top of a great big hill
   with a path that the kids would take
      bottles of beer, gallons of wine
  way up in the full moon and the summer sky the
             cops didn't bother them 
        unless they started hollarin'
      and old Ms McGee
       who could not even see
             would then be callin'
        At the river bend 
   where worlds end 
   and they all would get away
      to play another day.
   
 
  Praise God!
  









Wake up!