Playing That Baby, Grand

in Prose Poems

public versifying kaput I’m cozying up to the prose poem, because, like the current POTUS, particulars and principals
 are not in play, and subject to sway in breaking news of our broken world with America First a soft soap mantra to muddy the waters that float the great american unwashed.

need I say more. the gotham whore had a slogan any political neonate could awake to lullaby. Which is why his instant turn when infant innocence licensed his lie to make America Great Again… making war to shore his retreating popularity
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NaPoWriMo April 9 2017

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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