our climate-change-denying so-called president with his natural and aggressive bent towards authoritarianism and who is continually feeling spurned and stifled by the thoughtfully constraining, slow-pace which our highly imperfect democratic institutions and laws intentionally allow for, and which allowed for his own highly imperfect and seemingly unlawful election, is able to assume, through the legal means for which our highly imperfect democratic institutions and laws also allow, extraordinary and near absolute powers through the declaration of a national emergency after parts of our politically embattled and divided country is devastated wholly by a natural disaster the likes of which our said climate-change-denying so-called president has never even heard, and of which had been made all the more powerful and devastating by the climate changing phenoms of which he denies?
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Vale of Vicissitudes
The Fog of Wintryland
Weathered
Rainy Day Recess
Factoring formulas
And conjugating fables,
Taking tests
On Periodic Tables,
Sure is tough
And it ain’t always fun,
But it ain’t so bad
As long as there’s sun.
Cuz as long as there is sun
At least we’re sure
We can go outside
And let the sunshine cure
Our mathematics blues
And our scientific stress…
At least for a bit
During lunch recess.
But when the day is dark
And the raindrops are dumpin’,
And the sky is filled with sparks
And the thunder is a thumpin’,
We can’t go out,
We have to stay inside and—look.
Instead of kickball
We get to read a—book.
Or we can finish up our homework
Or silently sit and—think.
Sheesh, days like this
Sure do stink!
Stuck indoors
Can’t be healthy, that’s for sure.
Cuz trapped inside the school
We never can cure
Our mathematics blues
Or our scientific stress.
Will there ever be a cure
For a rainy day recess?
From Poem Man
Cold
it’s not the season
…..the occluded fronts
…..the barometrical pressures
it’s not the helpless sad sun
…..obscured by the sooty midday murk
the spiteful arctic sting
…..carried by the weak unsuspecting breeze
the frozen-rooted grass
…..aching to fall the forever green tree
…..it’s not the bare feet
upon the stone tiled floor
…..the rude awakening
in the ambient chilled bath
…..the blanket lost
to the frigid midnight moon
it’s not those
…..or anything
it’s just me
……….I’m cold
……………cold
