My mind has been ground down into mush,
Constipated thought, no matter how I push,
As obfuscation, trivia and drivel dribble out.
Any wise words of mine, missing in action.
That said, I’ll fight to drivel and dribble on.
Mayhap a turd of wisdom will squeeze out,
Flow from this fickle pen, held in my hand.
Or I’m a man behind a curtain all this time.
Again we come upon another day at home;
Sheltered-in-place for ones have any sense.
This day will you wish you’d gone masked?
Barbarians, trust a liar and sacrifice innocents.
VOTE, November 3, 2020!
Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment
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