On WinningA Poem by AlchemicPlutonianA brief, aggravated opinion of American politics.
In a sovereign of winners to the spoil go the victor; mind, body, teeth, tongue, and all.
In a sorry display, an exhibition of weather they'll continue because they can't stop. When they go to the grave what they call their convictions die alongside their will to go on. What they are though are lies, cheats, the lives and the secrets they needed to get that high score. © 2020 AlchemicPlutonian |
StatsAuthorAlchemicPlutonianPortland, MEAboutMy name's Darien Grantz. I'm a a cynic, in the purest sense of the word. Often, in the not-so-pure as well. Enjoy. more.. |