Mister Blair Poem by Lea Simpson
Mister Blair
I can’t hear a single word that you’re saying
Or read the signs they say you’re displaying
And even if you throw me rocks
I’ll remain safe atop my soap box
In fact, from up here you’re really tiny
Though I’ve heard you’ve been getting whiney
I can’t hear your protests or remorse
I’m far away, on my high horse
And I'm way too busy, pressed for time
To talk about some silly war crime
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9/19/2024 10:22:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I like the opening lines - very topical - though you lose me with the last - author's voice intruding :)