Constitutional crisis
Words echo through the air
An attempt to reflect blame
By propagandists everywhere
The talking heads have lost
In desperation sing
But we all understand the effort
And know it doesn’t mean a thing
Hollow words non-resonant
Ignored by a thinking mass
Put in place by sycophants
To kill another’s ass
5/12/19 #8
Grandma Linda is a squigily peg in a square hole. Her poetry is aimed at moving the world to love, unity and perfect margaritas. And after years of perfecting the art, she has the skill to paint a better world and make it so.
When she is not serving customers, gazing at rocks, or visiting her grandchildren Linda is writing poetry. And even during all the above activities she has been known to write still.
– Zackary (self proclaimed “Favorite Grandson”)