Such a rage boils my blood whilst listening to the ignorant ones.
My knee jerks to curse and wish them failure;
but, what I exude wilt come back three times as strongly to me. So, I don’t.
The golden ratio of a basic rule.
A simple, plastic bag billows, impaled on a tree.
An ugly reminder I live well inside the veil,
keeping one foot Here and one foot There.
Everything smells of sautéed shiitake when I feel this way.
Entropy has become this country.
Voting is not a privilege;
It is a right.
And Mister GOP, if you say “politics is a zero sum game” before the highest court of this land,
then you concede that leadership is not your forte.
Go, Jim Crow, we are sick of your antiquated quagmire.
Such attempts to disenfranchise will surely backfire.
The oppressed are motivated.
Your conservative base becomes lazy when inconvenienced.
Reaping what you’ve sown wilt be your future problem.
As they say in fencing: