- Here comes the rain!
Clench your teeth
Clean your gutters
Here comes the rain!
Beavers are
Upstream
Getting fat
Building
More dams
While you and I
Gather
Our humble numbers
Shout: Justice!
Scream
They are busy
Cloning
Uncle Sams
“Look at them fools
Look at
The small critters
We run them
No hands
No tools
Only sweet talk
They gave us
All the keys
We will
Skip dotting the ‘I’s
And sell them
Fakes of crossed tees
Streets full of
Silhouettes in chalk”
Tighten your belts
Here comes the pain
In the land of crazies
What’s the use?
How vain
To be sane?
Clench your teeth
Clean your gutters
Here comes the rain!
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© 2012, MZ. All rights reserved.











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MZ,
You are so right. The storm is not merely gathering; it is upon us.
Larry
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Closer than most think, Thanks Larry
This is political I am guessing, love the sense of “battening down the hatches” you really get that across, very powerful almost apocalyptic write MZ

Sam Parr recently posted..I Made a Film
You guessed right Sam, It is the political scen in the US of A, Thanks
That’s right, be prepared, don’t want things creeping up unbeknownst that’s for sure. Great tone in this MZ, I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Pete
Pete Armetta recently posted..SMOKE & MIRRORS
Glad you did Pete, Thank you
Great poem, MZ. The policies in the U.S. are at a nearly complete standstill until the election. Makes you wonder what is happening at the helm. No budget, just complete impasse. Wretched to have an implacable Congress.
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