a poem for July
As clouds gather and darken and hover,
Is it impending doom they're predicting
Or merely a dash of summer rain
From summer-Spain,
Staying mainly in the plain?
Politicians leap-frogging for cover
Panning for gold in poison-choked streams
Cuyahoga River too hot to handle
Lit on fire by some criminal vandal
Sipping Greed Tea, smiling for scandal
Sea to shining sea, glass lover
Sweet smell of corruption, overdose of attention
Sort of makes them wonder,
What kind of spell they're under
Stare silently as snake-eyed plunder
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