The Ides of a Parch In March
It is the ides of March
My throat feels parch
It’s like we were stabbed in the back
On the level of the Brutus attack
They say there is a bug out there
Stalking the air
Taking down life’s nice modern day special things
That keeps peace for leaders that include royal Kings
As we say good bye to social interaction
Allowing isolated bitterness to an acceptable attraction
I give my gratitude for that glass of water
From the returning reporter
In the field
Asking the question, “what is the deal”?
There are many ways to look at this mess
Claiming being a member of the press
Listen and think before one write
Since paranoia can breed an uncomfortable plight
Communication is important right now
Maturity is a key in knowing how
With my voice now clear
Trying not to offend a Mexican beer
Carrying on with the show
That is about distributing information on what we think we know
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