OK Chris, ya got me, ya got me good –
Mom and Dad would be proud that you
Made me finally come clean, and blow
the game of politics into the tiny little bits
You TV stars make to look all shiny & new.
Now move over, Rev, here comes the truth.
Poems
Order should be imposed on my poems, but isn't likely to be until I turn to carpentry, or painting, to carry me through the day. The display here is latest first.