RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Ad Nauseum - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Gold and black balloons filled with helium,
not much different than the politicians who
are full of hot air.
Sitting in the sun, waiting for gems of
wisdom that never are elicited from speaker's
Instead, pouring forth falsehoods ad nauseum.
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