Founding Floundering Poem by Ima Ryma

The Founding Fathers, WASPs and all
Were who they were, did what they did,
Played at their game, then threw the ball
From I'm done dad - you do it kid.
So We the People spread way out.
The who We were got really mixed.
The what We did made lots of doubt,
With so much do do politixed.
We cannot seem to get past past.
We have to have a 'Them' to blame.
Bubbles of winning never last.
We continue to lose the game.

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