Wow, a poem without a bourbon pour. Snore.

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Bezos didn’t deliver that 3.5 to 3.5 audio jack today
but it wasn’t quite a promise
and to be honest, snow may have got in the way

but hey, and howdy, I’ve got other dragons to slay
like to piece-meal a plug-in to politic
a FAQ on my off-site site.

but there is no left, or right, left. Right?
Just fight or flight or trying to sleep tight
throughout the whole of the damn night, as that Mighty
Mite dreams of a military parade, in his honor.

Truly time to pass the baton.

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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