My Own Skewed View

It is really still so,

that the ocean’s still blue

and the currents still run

and the mountain streams flow.

I’m but a curmudgeon, who’s spoiling your fun.

We can count on the sun, for all that we know,

for a billion more years, before it is through.

So don’t pay attention, to my own skewed view.

The world’s not in trouble.

The end is not near.

It just needs some tweaking,

to allay our fears.

But don’t look to me

for the wisdom you’re seeking.

You next generation can just start anew,

if you don’t pay attention, to my own skewed view.

The biting and scratching,

Washingtonians acting.

The fear and the smear and the overreacting

are just some of the tricks they are playing on you;

That is, if you listen to my own skewed view.

You can laugh at the hair

and the mind-numbing notions;

The vacancy stares

and the power devotion.

They might shut the down the government, all on a dare!

Talking points,

brothel joints,

pedophile priests anoint

faithless patricians who say that they care,

but they don’t, and you know it.

It’s time that you showed it,

by yanking those charlatans out of their chairs

and sending them packing.

Elect someone new!...

Then you don’t have to listen to my own skewed view.

J. Brandeis Sperandeo