Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Sometimes I wonder what Daddy would think of where this country is now.
Choices are slimmer
Hope grows dimmer
Night draws near
But I have no fear
In the end,
God wins.

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Poe et tree

Not to be confused with Edgar

Politics abound
My countenance frowns
I hate clowns

I don't know what I will vote on saturday
But I know the choices be slim.

Little else to add.
and yes, I am sad.