Government By Kool-Aid

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The Town Crier weeps


Screaming from the mountaintop to the valley below,

but my warnings of displeasure echoes back off barren cliff walls


An enraged, helpless, sickened, saddened town crier,

foaming at the mouth in a soundproof rubber room,


Dancing to silence, because the guy lives in delusion's bubble,

ears closed to the truth, or any complaints


Supposed to represent everybody, not just the true believers,

but he's so much worse than I ever thought possible


Government by Kool-Aid, government by chaos, government by Hannity

an isolated birther at the helm, steering the ship of state


towards Niagara Falls, Viagra Falls,

If a warning falls in the forest, does anyone hear?


Submitted: March 07, 2018

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An excellent way of screaming out your rage, Mike!

Wed, March 7th, 2018 6:24pm


Thanks, Hull!

Wed, March 7th, 2018 10:37am

Shmuel Wyckoff

Bless you heart

Wed, March 7th, 2018 10:09pm


Thank you, Shmuel

Wed, March 7th, 2018 2:11pm

Dr. Acula

That second paragraph is incredible ( I mean the entire thing is great ) , but I love the way you said that !
And, that last line as well, perfect !
Rock on, Mike !

Thu, March 8th, 2018 12:30am


Thank you much, Doc!

Thu, March 8th, 2018 9:40am

Melancholic Wisdom

This is a great way of expressing anger and frustration. The whole thing is incredible, the last 4 lines are really something special. To me, at least, this is a good commentary on the current government in America. I love it, great work.

Thu, March 8th, 2018 6:16am


Thank you much, M. W!

Thu, March 8th, 2018 9:41am


Let it all out, Mike! Preach :)

Thu, March 8th, 2018 3:26pm


Thanks, J. B., I never thought of that, I may just try it!

Thu, March 8th, 2018 9:36am

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