Porous, Government Waste, Of Yesterday. Poem by Michael Gale

Porous waste...
Pouring through my fingers.

In my mouth, a most terrible taste...
Past, Federal Government, spending waste,
Like an allergic reaction, to a bothersome
bee's or wasp stingers.

It hurts, ever so long and hard...
Like a long, rusted, jagged, twisted in, glassine shard.

Spilling, long, languid, drips of blood...
Still, in mouth, unsavory and untasty, rushing to my moral
taste bud.

No more, nay, nay, forever, no more...
A new President in zero-nine, One who will help
out, the oppressed, and downtrodden and poor.

God bless this country, ours...
No more, mis-integrity, and, a state of being, sore.

Amen.
Perhaps, an over due, happy end.