Was going to go for a run,
but I thought I'd have some fun,
reading and writing poems,
so I came here where it
seems I'm the only one
commenting about what I've read
putting thoughts into cypherspace
that had only been in my head
recorded here for ever more
or at least until I delete them
before I go to the store
for a late night snack
only to come back
to see that my high speed internet connection
is asleep on the job
and the Snakes that created it
to steal all of my work
are still being jerks
Ginsberg et al
conspirators that built a wall
for the red team as if supreme
to block commerce in greed
so those not in can only read and bleed

While trying to keep up with the
political charade,
whose paying whom to win at the game,
it's become such a feat to join a debate
with the horses out of the gate
I read and eat beside the track