“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Showing posts with label company. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 4, 2017
The Cool-Aid™
The president watches too much TV
They tell us.
We all do. True
TV keeps us
company,
in a community property kind of way,
like a park-
My cat, ask any dog, they would all agree,
likely
TV is showing something for every one of
Us
Right-
Now,
social media, via the lower channels,
seem more real than virtual-
to many.
Too many
say, there is
something, someone, somewhere,
for every body there too.
And there too
it was always
only you and you.
Then,
TV and the like
asked what We liked-
and we shrugged our stringed shoulders,
some said-I dunno,
You tell Us,
and they did.
Now, the president has found
company,
and there too,
two stringed shoulders
shrug,
I dunno.
Image credit By DonkeyHotey (Donald Trump - Caricature) [CC BY-SA 2.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons.
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