Big Gut Small Soul Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Big Gut Small Soul
Tragic to say
Of weak-minded
Such soul-deprived
Damned president
Spits out such crap
From such big mouth
Doesn't listen
Rhyme or reason
Stuffs foul mouth
With damn junk food
Not food for soul
No god his goal
Gee, I am scratching my head... who could it be? Dang, if only he didn't bray so loud and so continuously I might be able to think who it is. Oh! ! Is it the if-he-is-speaking-he-is-lying man? The man who has deep and meaningful love affairs with stars? The man who ever so diplomatically calls other foreign leaders names like he is still on the school yard? Gee, I could go on and on but I fear the SS will appear on my porch....
Perhaps the power of being a demagogue is enough the warrant the validity of one's actions to oneself.
Weak minded people hold fear and tension. But we have to be strong from inside. Wisdom is food for soul and this gives courage to soul. An amazing sharing is done here...10
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4/25/2024 2:54:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
oh, by the way, I had to give you a 10- - I will bring you a file in a cake [a store-bought cake so you can eat while breaking out ]