I am not a politician. I am a poet. Poet’s play cards with spiritual decks and are historical.
Poets last longer than politicians. I don’t even remember who was the President of the United States when Hawthorne was writing.
And yet poets don’t hate other poets. Yet politicos hate each other and spit on each other’s’ views.
I have made a deal with all my friends to never discuss politics. I do not want to hate them for views that are hate able.
I would rather make up a poem about my political opposition. I’d rather say that Obama was so smooth that he slid our country off the ends of honesty into a stream of weak global urination.
I don’t know why Democrats try so hard to seem humane when they stab their countrymen in the backs.
I don’t know why I am falling off the poetic cliff back into the ugly face of politics.
The liberals step on me with their apologies.