1577 - Missed

 

Missed.

A deathbed request:
"Some of your oatcakes please..."
But she couldn't wait.
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1576 - The Circus Comes to Town

 

The Circus Comes to Town

Lock up your babies, while there’s time,
The candidates are a-coming;
Photo ops are a pantomime—
The spin will be mind-numbing.

Those dubious bits of nonsense, the polls,
Excite or make us fretting.
As reliable as pinning voodoo dolls,
But each time we keep forgetting.

The facts become superfluous
When intent is clearly to mislead;
They tell us they want what’s best for us
But merely sell us fear and greed.

Then be not shy, but use your vote,
And, while you can, go cast it.
We cannot sink the gravy boat,
But with luck we can outlast it.
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1575 - Why should they care?

The Sunday Whirl has a set of words, for a Wordle:

signal drive plaid lone life joke
club ice fire merry join fly


Why should they care?

I wonder what drives them.
These well fed, well paid, members of The Club?
Rhetorical question.
Fly in, fly out,
Make merry around fires or pools,
Sipping drinks chilled with imported glacier ice,
While it’s still there,
Why should they care?
That’s the life!
The signals drip entitlement.
Pillage while you can,
Because you can,
All you can.
Joke about the poor lone pathetic fools
Who lament your actions.
Your media buddies ridicule them
With cheap shots and phone taps,
Headlines, all in bold caps.
“Well played!” they chortle.
Well, plaid is Gaelic for blanket—
Covered up.  Hidden.  Smothered.
The truth.  Justice.  Equity.
Just the scars are visible. 

They've gone.
Why should they care?
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