Reflection of RevulsionA Poem by Michael StevensOur skewered politics
Can I really trust what my eyes are telling me? Or is it just a reflection through a Prism of Insanity?
A leading presidential candidate slurs women, and everything. A poor-taste guy yesterday--now has become first-string?
With the rude s**t he says, how has this guy not self-imploded? I guess the things I thought were class, have become outmoded.
There is no way I can picture him on the world stage, with his third grade sexist put-downs, and his phony outrage,
he reminds me of the elementary school bully--lashing out to cover his own ineptitude--replacing knowledge with an ugly shout.
I want to believe that surely people see what's happening--are not blind. Come on, people, this guy is the best you could find?
And more importantly, what does that say about us? Are we actually going to do it, throw our values under the bus?
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Added on January 2, 2016 Last Updated on January 2, 2016 AuthorMichael StevensAboutI write for fun; I write comedy pieces and some dramatic stuff. I have no formal writing education, and I have a fear of being told I suck, and maybe I should give up on writing, and get a job makin.. more.. |


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