A convention of unconventional warfare
It’s the Olympics of BS, the mind boggles
Unrelenting coverage; I try not to stare
Through my thick, round minion goggles
Slogans chanted numbly trump reality
Still, there are three sides to every story
Windmills fall; eclipse goes to totality
Attention shoppers, Kool-Aid spill on aisle three
I’m trying to grasp, the mindset eludes
That would make you cheer deliriously
Reality, as it’s wont, invariably intrudes
While they wink conspiratorially
And speaking of warfare, it seems I’ve heard
Special ops uses aerosolized narcotics
So instead of feeding us the national turd
Give the politicians aerosolized antipsychotics
7/28/16
Categories:
aerosolized, america, political,
Form: Quatrain