& yet anything you or I or anybody says

on the matter ends up sounding trite.  

How something so important as a

government of the people, by the

people, for the people can become

so repressed by “it ain’t personal,

it’s only business” to the point where

across the board carte blanche impunity

is, by no broad term, the name of the game,

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should have this whole country in a paroxysm!

& it doesn’t really, …it’s just another day, just another

get up and get some, chirp of a little piss & moan,

  but …really... just the slow commute home,

A relatively doable day to day parade

of earn and burn as wheels turn.

& the guilty slip off into the shadows

of palm trees ‘till the storms cease

& the dollars to donuts make even less sense each & every day~!

As the ocean laps at shorelines grown far-far too big for their argyles,

A young man with a football jersey on…walks in from practice and smiles.  

Something tells me we’re on the brink of something better;

But it’ll start with  someone with no fear of losing near the top. 

If that someone or group of someones does not surface soon,

well then hug the wife & kids,  stop the world & melt with you.