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Click hereIn the darkness of daylight,
Nothing seen when so bright.
The bleakness and all its fate,
Has stared us right in the face.
Without any sleight of hand,
Still, we cannot understand.
For the reasoning as to why,
To a continuation of a big lie.
Every day they take their bow,
To one whom they all kowtow.
Then the party’s radicalization,
By a defeated administration.
All who follow are being diluted,
They all believe they're included.
Only they are really fodder for use,
Then tossed out as so much refuse.
I’ve read this poem over and over again and I have no idea who or what you’re talking about.
I will say though that I intend to vote early and I intend to vote often, as I’ve always done with my foreign country ballots, because I want to return to the great days of pandemic and hurricanes where I sat jealous of Puerto Ricans getting paper towels while I wiped my ass with leaves collected from my back yard.