The Litany of Our Reform

I go to work. I go home. Living life’s litany, My dream sits alone. The man you see, Though I live it Is not the man I want to be. Funny thing is: I often ask why. Not funny – admitting you lived a lie. So I quit my job today . . . and . . . and . . . And the litany continues: Why did the chicken cross the road? Isn’t it obvious? He had nowhere else to go. So I sent a note to President Obama, “Welcome to America – where dreams defer.” Socialism is a raisin set to explode And it doesn’t “crust and sugar over.” It sadly just explodes.