he sees
my
country
through
funhouse
eyes
distorted
biased, bloated,
a great
divide.
consumed by
grievance
his charlatan's voice
buoyed
on
by lies
still
drags
us
down
but
fight
we must
for
love is
right
and
prevail
we will
Sorry if this is too political, just click away, I'm beyond being careful. He's pushed me too far.
I retired from public school teaching after happily spending twenty eight years playing in Kindergarten. Now I fill my days watching cat antics, taking endless...
