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Not even in an onion pizza dream could I contrive
Deceit, conceit and hubris (and buffoonery) like I’ve
Borne witness to in Washington o’er these two thousand days
And more, since NeoCons and George the Second got their ways.
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I've never really understood why anyone would want to live in a condominium
Except for power freaks who are excited about being on the board and running their own dominion
And folks from abusive families and relationships who are so accustomed to being doormats
That they'll put up with just about any kind of intrusive bullcrap about how they should live in their own flats.
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It must have seemed good sense to drain the swamps,
The marshes, sloughs, and other secret places.
For surely they appeared to be land wasted
On snakes, sawgrass, and other useless things.
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Oh no! My God! Is that a bug?
A lizard scoots across the rug
And panicked snowbirds get the spray
Or call the bug-man up and say
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I'd love to write a poem about the air,
About the thrills and freedom that I found
Those many thousand feet above the ground
Away from Earth and all my problems there.
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Well, I could spin you tales of troughs aloft
How masses move between the poles and doldrums
Regale you with the intricacies of
The Polar High, La Niña and El Niño
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It isn't easy bein' black
And that is just a natural fact.
'Cause blackness makes you stand right out.
In any crowd there'll be a shout
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William Webb Biography
One of the rare ones: a genuine Florida Cracker! Sebring High School, University of Kentucky, and College of Life. Been a lifeguard, commercial pilot, cop, executive chauffeur, addiction counselor, and was for many years a drunk myself. Love Florida, and just about every thing in it, if you don't count the immigrant Northerners who have spoiled it so badly. Been writing one thing and another for most of my life, mostly technical writing for various journals. Now doing it for fun.)
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Is It Acid Indigestion, Or Acrid Indignation?
Not even in an onion pizza dream could I contrive
Deceit, conceit and hubris (and buffoonery) like I’ve
Borne witness to in Washington o’er these two thousand days
And more, since NeoCons and George the Second got their ways.
Their machinations Machiavellian have truly shown
The color of their souls, and my disgust with them has grown
With every Christian reference, and Rumsfeld’s ready lies,
And Cheney’s snarl and Duhbya’s shifty presidential eyes.
I wondered at the time if someday I’d look back and see
Ol’ Billy Clinton’s office tryst as mere delinquency
In light of real executive shenanigans of note
Like starting wars, ignoring storms, and reading ’bout a goat
As buildings fell.
But hell,
Who would ever have imagined?
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