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Our National Natatorium

We can lyric our loss
and autotune the destruction
to that kick drum of our fearless
Leader’s rave

A royal wave of dismissal
his propensity in leading
the applause of our own

and apropos of his
self cheerleading
the bleeding flows
down with an escalating
viscosity into an infinity
pool of viciousness


I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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