Lawrence S. Pertillar
Two Pistols - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
You complain about doing things,
Although 'your' way...
Is clearly indecisive.
And held up in prolong debate.
When I came upon the scene,
I believed it to be simple...
For all of us to come to the same table,
To iron out our differences.
And agree we've all been elected,
To represent those needs of our constituents.
But most of you are petty.
And outrageously racist!
I said it.
You're a bunch of boneheaded racists.
As the 'elected' president of this united mess,
You folks have created.
THIS will be the agenda,
I've brought to this meeting!
Most of you seem to be curious about these 'visuals'?
Let me explain...
Those who can not see clearly,
I want you close.
So gather around.
Here you will see,
A basketball, multiple pairs of boxing gloves.
Tickets to Disney World.
And two pistols to use for a duel!
Anyone wishing the tickets to Disney World,
Has to first win the duel.
And here are those rules for the duel...
One of us will be blind folded.
And the other one...
Is going to be the President of the United States.
That should end,
Any future disagreements...
About my policies.
You wanted an openness,
With a change you can believe?
It is time to take it to that plateau.
Finally we are getting somewhere.
It appears an awakening process has started.
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