POEM: Succumb Lame Less

He suffered
Multiple strokes
Of
Rendering him
Unable Not To speak
Out
With what
Was in
Left and right
Both lame
All to gather disarmed
In infancy motions
Red and blue
Leaving won
Marooned
Feeling peaked
In a fervorish affection for
Only not taking — seriously!
As if
Cracking
Sum remorse code
And infirm resolve
Following every empath
Willing to lead
the ardor
Challenging
Everything
Wee wince knew
As invalid

This poem is a takeoff on having a stroke, or in this case, multiple strokes…of .  This poem is an to as a form of salvation from the lameness of .  By playfully challenging virtually every one can escape the grip of calculations.  Also, such is both a means and an end to revitalize overly serious is important enough that being rendered unable not to speak is a useful affliction, as participation is key to vital .  Nonetheless, sparing oneself, and others, from the cynics of is reason enough to embrace and .  The braininess of operatives may be able to triangulate winning electoral strategies and even pretty enlightened politically correct platforms, but is more akin of than rightness.  Politics tends to create as many problems as it solves.  As Albert so aptly noted,   	 Intellectuals solve problems; geniuses prevent them. Albert Einstein quote SPIRITUAL BUTTON“Intellectuals solve problems; geniuses prevent them.”  May you be subject to multiple strokes of as an antidote for lame politics.

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