3WW CLXVIII — Just Say No
Another Wednesday, another piece of poetic fancy…courtesy of the purveyor of 3WW Goodness, Thom.…
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Just Say No
Bleak swales of dispirited grain
That end up on serving tables
laden with enemies
Who hiccup and belch
and squelch
thoughtful ideas.
Bleary vales of disillusioned gain
That end up on debating tables
riven with strife
Where to queer the deal
is to claim victory
no matter who loses.
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For 3WW CLXVIII And thanks for reading!
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Love, love, love the construction and the message. Second line, should it be That instead of The?
Is is, and it has been fixed. Thanks!
Glad you liked it. There are politicians who this is dedicated to…
Ah, those politicians. Excellent, strong piece.
Politicians? No kidding. Can they read? Sorry. A good piece with lots to ponder and pounce on!
So very true all over the world!
ode to percy bisque silley
Wonderful piece. It strikes true to the heart of any debate now a days.
Sounds a lot like what happens at Stormont, the Northern Ireland Assembly.
strong piece.