POEM: Nothing To See, Hear

I have never been a fan of White House press conferences. The Trump regime 2.0 has reached new depths, low and be holed…

Nothing To See, Hear

It all came down too
Take
Issue
A press release
And helled
A press conference
Making you
Wont to pass out
Blindfolds
As the truth
So skillfully executed
Dispatched with deaf defying ease
A verse to the voiceless
Sow remarkably dumb
Razing their point
Over and over agin
Until the bidder end
There won and loan hope
Eyes riveted with common cents
There
Soul distraction
Look
Some wear
Ails
Think of the fodder land
And gathering enemas at the gate
Grasping
This meting
Dung, dung, and dung
Only meaning
To change the subject
As it
Ends up
They were right
Far right
Nothing
To see
Hear

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