Poetry

I Got Them Fake Blues, Absolutely

Headlines have made me a head case
Newscast are dispatching the mopes
a dose of morose and dolefulness
and analytics are erasing all hopes

But the powers that be assure me
that my jitters don’t jibe with the facts
and fears of the day are manufactured
Buy the perjury of them 4th estate hacks

So the base line of our national remedy
Is a kick drum of rubber not hitting the road
and we rise and fall with propaganda made plenary
and goose step over —that plot whole wide

I Got Them Fake Blues, Absolutely

NaPoWriMo April 2020.

ALT Third Verse

So the base line of our national prophylactic
Is a kick drum of rubber not hitting the road
We’re to goose step over —those plot wholes wide
and rise and fall with a propaganda made plenary


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r.douglas

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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