It Takes a Village Idiot
IT TAKES A VILLAGE IDIOT
The paper trail that led from there to here
could not be found although there was the mark
of fingerprints that would not disappear
in light of all we know, we're in the dark;
from Little Rock's whitewater world of fame
once cool and fresh and bottled for it's sell
the papers that were writ could clear their name,
but if they're real, not anyone can tell;
who knows what evil lurks in hearts of men
or in my ladies chambers, hid away
from prying eyes of prophets free of sin
and so they'll never see the light of day?
And still the truth's unknown, for who would care
lest muddy waters flood us everywhere?
©Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2016
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