Made a Mad Dash

Made A Mad Dash To my computer had made a mad dash Send an email to myself and in a flash Right on screen a number did appear Indicating that my email now was here. For computers nothing can be compensated So quick and easy and not ever have waited My energy survived and is never extinguished Determined to be poet who is distinguished. Down on me many thoughts are raining Not the be confusing or ever constraining Readily available for you to see and read Make you happy and fulfil your each need. Should I write my poem sooner or later And hope any are not eaten by an alligator Whose authority was sincerely usurped After eating up he had burped then earped. So it sure was such a sickening sight Trump's bad behavior had met tall height Bothering us with having another beef No wonder we all had to go on relief. Jim Horn