Leonard Taormina Poet Rhyme

Column Left March

The sheriff at high noon cries out in lonely solitude not to forsake him;
But no one comes, and the vocal majority makes their plans to protect personal wealth
Standing alone against all odds, the sheriff in defense of law and order fears;
That all hope may soon come to a brutal end.
   The beat of the drum is strong and the rhymes go on;
   And the young men emulate their uncle who shuffles cards; in the house of capitol gain;
   So they chose to take what they want by trick or trade;
   They see the yoke of injustice baring the mark of their people who’ve worn it so long
And Batman and rat girl there in a tree; 
It looks like they’re kissing from where I can see.
What is it you ask that I’m trying to do, I wouldn’t know, I haven’t a clue.
So pour me a drink or give me a pill, I really don’t know and I doubt that I will.

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Carolyn Devonshire February 16, 2009 at 2:08 PM Leonard, shuffling "cards in the house of capital gain" is a poignant image. That's how I feel when I watch Congress in action. Thanks for sharing this terrific verse, Carolyn