Upon the morning Zimmerman was out,
And Chavez hasn't spoken in a week -
The proletariat are feeling bleak
In fading Venezuela. Any doubt
I had about the worthiness today
Of poetry, to sum the main events
And render them in meter, hadn't sense
To render me distracted, kept away
From any way to read the recent news.
I read a bit, and quickly didn't care
That I was far away, and unaware
Of any budding details, or the views
Of commentators, eagerly beseech-/ing
Me to pay no notice of the beach.
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