Yesterday was not the day to finish the daily poem minutes before a much bigger story broke. Andrew Breitbart is dead. I wasn't a fan of either politics or reasoning, but I think I would have liked him as a person. Strong and aggressive personalities make for lasting friendships.
Dear Andrew: you routinely pissed me off.
I had, and more than once, to step away
From my computer, pacing, that the fray
Within me would diminish, or the scoffing
Liberal in me would shut his trap
(He can’t shut up – not ever). Read again,
I tell myself, until the moment when
You see it with his eyes. And though the gap
Between us was a lengthy one, and quite
Impossible to bridge, I do confess
I’d trekked it once or twice, and it was less
Impassable returning. Pick a fight,
Enjoy it, and to you, to spurning fears
Of those who value subtlety, a cheers.
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