I spent the better part of a year breaking the world record for number of sonnets written some four years ago. I really chose the wrong year. Better late than never to return to the party.
The slow takeover of news by entertainment, and the business models that made it possible, probably make a Trump inevitable. Eventually. It's all our faults.
I penned a few pentameter and verse
A while back, to shake away the hours.
Few among the lot, and interspers-ed
In the hum and dulldrum of the powers
Fighting in the house and senate, court,
Demanding satisfaction for offenses
Petty, tiny, trivial, and tort,
Are warnings that we all have lost our senses.
Glenn and Matt, Huff, MSNBC,
And CNN, and Breitbart, all survive
By shouting out the lot who disagree,
And orchestrating yelling matches, live,
To round up all the viewers, and the ads.
A pity, now, our nominee is Vlad's.
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