A new poem...
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I Hear America Moaning
I heard the news today, oh boy
That the center will not hold.
And I heard America moaning,
Lying down and feeling old.
And now I hear the sound of second guessing ━
Wheezing, spluttering, crick-cracking,
Split-splatting, mud-mucking, frick-fracking,
Ashamed ━ a Katrina-sized sigh,
Sandy-eyed, Sandy Hook-and-eyed
Dead inside.
And now I feel America groaning,
Feel a Fergusonian flip inside.
Nothing here but dope.
I guess that’s how you like
your blue-eyed boys, Mr. Death.
