M. L. Kiser Poet Prose

I Wish It Were So Easy

I sat with my tea pot and tea in hand,
watching the afternoon news.
It always offered evidence, 
that the government,
was raving mad.

My mind, always boggled, 
by their, insane exploits;
those bad bulbs, that they were;
blew every opportunity to,
build a better world.

Their scattered chatter,
Unceasing, in all its idiocy;
Bickering baby bulbs, 
crying over spilled milk. 
There’s always a short…somewhere.

I admit that I’m not the
brightest bulb, in the world;
but I’m not the dumbest, either.
So often, I wish that I could
flip on a light switch 
and magically, make them work wonders.
 

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