Our politicians. Great men. Shallow minds. Content to see the world go blind.
POLITICS
The morning crows are speaking tongues
devour common sense and sensibility
while sparrows gather on the lawn
and beat to death their prodigy
a bloodless moon so fair
she doesn’t care if stars
are whom they say they are
she’s far too busy splitting hairs.
But I could never be a crow
or dance like sparrows
in the fading light of day
I’d never act that way
like cats and dogs that fight
to save themselves for spite
for nothing more than vanity
I trust no one no one but me
can understand insanity
Woodie 12-o9-15
The morning crows are speaking tongues
devour common sense and sensibility
while sparrows gather on the lawn
and beat to death their prodigy
a bloodless moon so fair
she doesn’t care if stars
are whom they say they are
she’s far too busy splitting hairs.
But I could never be a crow
or dance like sparrows
in the fading light of day
I’d never act that way
like cats and dogs that fight
to save themselves for spite
for nothing more than vanity
I trust no one no one but me
can understand insanity
Woodie 12-o9-15
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