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Change is a Bitch
“Here’s to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels,
the troublemakers--because they change things.”
- Rob Siltanen.
and there is less
conflict & chaos--
but the sad fact remains
that without change, progress
stalls out like a tractor out of gas,
like lungs without oxygen, like fish
flopping on a bloody deck.
As recipients of unerring
seasonal shifts, every
one of our days is rife
As we age there are new limitations that appear
like lichen or rodents or barnacles in the night.
As we mature,
one hopes that
wisdom, better judgement
will embrace our sphere.
As we learn, we are given opportunities to
incorporate and apply changes to our personal
perceptions, our interactions & relationships.
Yet, I have
rebelled and resisted
change, as if it were
a plague ship,
allowing my well mantled fears
and well constructed comfort zones
to complicate and obstruct, even though
I understand that most times change
is inevitable, & often inexorable.
When it comes to “Change”, the
only thing I hate more than my
mounting health issues, more
than all those things I have to
cross off from my plans and
activities, is my daily bitter dose
of Trump-madness, as the
ghosts of Mussolini and
Boss Tweed’s Tammany
Hall combine in filthy depths
of their corruption,
and America, as the bastion of liberty is now
developing crippling cracks in its white columns,
and grievous wounds to its spirit. All I possess
is anger and grit to sustain me.
Donald J. Trump,
like the institution of slavery,
like the Inquisition,
like pogroms & gas chambers,
like Witch trials & McCarthyism,
like boils on my butt
It may be a painful transition,
like pulling teeth with rusty pliers,
like passing stones through your urethra,
but history is sharpening its daggers
and sanity is gathering its forces.
Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub