I’m Feeling Rather Discombobulated, He Related, While Staring Up Towards The Heavens.
It’s Just A Befuddled Viewpoint, That Disjoints, Leaving Me All Sixes And Sevens.
It Started This Morning, Without Any Forewarning, When I Woke Up Bumfuzzeled.
While Watching The News, And Political Views, That Left Me Frankly Puzzled
At All The Lies The Distain, The Hatred So Ingrained, Why Do So Many Make Do.
With The Imperatives, From Political Representatives, Who Regale In Gardyloos
With Their Platitudes, And Stoic Attitudes, Its Our Decency They Dilute.
Reigning Down On Us, With Inane Gallimaufry Guff’s, While We Reach For Our Bumbershoots
I Saw Leaders Berate, Debate, And Attempt To Abate, The Dribbles Of Their Own Tarradiddle’s.
While We Sit Back, And Wait To See, What Our Fate Will Be, While Playing Second Fiddle
As They Exhibit, The Morals We Prohibit, All Cloak And Dagger, With A Statesman’s Swagger.
I Watch Them Prospering, Through Their Snollygostering, While They Lollygagger
Their Superfluous Outputs, They Never Discuss, And Not Once Giving Tuppence.
While We Sit In The Wings, Impotent Underlings, Praying For Their Comeuppance.
But What Can One Do, About This Abhorrent Snafu,. Is The Dye Cast, On This Faux Pas?
Our Political Verisimilitude Is Our Political Turpitude, In Need Of A Constitutional Bypass.
But How To Remodel, Without Genocidal Squabbles, While Waiting For New Role Models
It Makes Me Cry, Brings On My Borborygmi, And The Thought Of Such Squabbles, Gives Me The Collywobbles
The Thought Of Brouhahas, Instead Of Ooh La La’s, Makes Me More Than Reluctant.
To Speak My Mind, Lest I Be Quarantined, NO, It Makes More Sense, To Be Pauciloquent.
Never To Bloviate, And State My Case, No,, Say Little, And Be Seen As Mr Metaphysical
Embrace The Status Quo, And Let My Essence Grow, Until I’m Lackadaisical
Never Over Stating , Or Knowingly Berating, The Nincompoops, Who Have Been Manipulated.
O Dear, I Fear For My Verbal Noctambulation’s, Did I Mention, I’m Feeling Discombobulated?
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