Culture, Poetry

Riffing During The Interregnum

While my fellow Americans proceed to the polls for a quadrennial plebiscite, I’ll be watching the scars of my unfortunate youth shape shift with the perennial capitalist/demographic sin of aging epidermal.

So sitting out the further skinning out of our political boundaries, should allow me to venture view the “new political frontier” Vox Populi will conjure with nothing more than their mark; if said signature passes GOP muster.

But in the main, it doesn’t matter. Woke might work this cycle, but come two years hence the vast majority of you will be as somnolent as a mid-term poll cross-tab.

If you want political change you must stay in the game. And that’s a long-ass haul. And you must work at understanding how it’s currently being played. The rules vary and differ with each and every election.

On The Menu

they are breeding smaller turkeys
as covid remains our turnkey
in this prison of Presidential misconstruction
within Disneyland distance from a reality Sho’ Nuff

And it’s rough breeding smaller turkeys
with a breast beating POTUS bleating Covid
will just one day- wishbone away

And you can bet grandma’s gravy boat
that many will sup on wish and hope

in numbers numb to commonsense
and dessert in an ICU.


Published by 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.

One thought on “Riffing During The Interregnum”

  1. LA says:

    I’ll be surprised if the show gets renewed…

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