…and then you take a left at the Constitution…

With a highly visible media push, we are seeing a plethora of “new ideas” gaining traction or at least, the illusion of such. They range from reparations, the elimination of the electoral college and how embracing socialism can, amazingly, be considered a virtuous act.

There is even talk of lowering the voting age to 16. The speaker of the house suggested that America’s youth should be allowed to engage in the process earlier, which patently sounds honorable. Latently, however, the motive is obvious; America’s youth tend to vote Democrat. How the speaker of the house presented this with a straight face…

100 years from now, we won’t even recognize the place. Whether it will be good or bad, depends on the way today’s children raise their children and so on. The future should be fine. I mean, what could possibly go wrong?

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A Puzzle’s Lament

A Puzzle dies a thousand times
if a single piece is lost.
For a thousand lives all reside
within a Puzzle’s box.

Can you even begin to imagine,
how a Puzzle must truly feel,
when a roll call is announced,
and one of its pieces, has failed to appear.

The Puzzle then stepped forward,
“A recount is hereby ordered,
For a lot people are gathering, and the box will soon be opened

The Puzzle then crossed its fingers
and the Picture, its two eyes.
Their fates now joined forever,
as all are counted, one last time.

See, the Picture just can’t hide,
a piece that has been lost.
So, unless it’s found quite quickly,
the Puzzle will just get tossed.

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On many a night, they’d hide from sight
and yield the carnal way.
Though passion begged silence,
their Conscience, defiant,
would caution them not to stray,
“Lust and desire, a sure path to Hell’s fire!”
but the words, unheard,
would always fade away.

With gluttonous thirst, in the abyss, live the cursed
adrift, they would anxiously wait,
through torturous days and sleepless nights,
‘til guilt’s strength would finally wane,
and from separate lives, they would then unite,
by quietly slipping away,
trading trust for lust, with more lies and such, they again, yield the carnal way.

But one who waits, the forever mate,
sensing danger looms nearby,
and unable to explain this emotional pain,
abandons faith,
opening once blinded eyes.
What one used to believe,
now, cannot be seen,
answers lost in shades of gray.
Confrontation is made,
As words evade, they fail in detail,
Caught, lost, amidst the lies.

In a guilt-filled rage, the mate’s Soul is now prey
and Trust is quickly consumed.
At the end of the day, a high price has been paid,
for their forever, is forever now doomed.

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