A poem from reader “OldMaBarker”:
Please accept my own new, little poem, and my deep apologies to Joyce Kilmer
FRANKS DYSTOPIA 1.0
I think that I shall never see
An Official as scurrilous or base as thee!
A bully whose tax-hungry mouth is prest
Against every taxpayer’s drying-up breast;
A vain despot who looks upon us slaves all day,
To scheme new ways to make us pay;
A usurper that may in CoW council wear
A nest of spitting vipers in his hair;
Upon your soiled desk many a plea for our tax mercy has lain;
Only to be laughed at and thrown out in the rain.
Yes, you Franks, with your Igor-minion, craven-Craver,
Please quit, and do us all a favor!
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only woke voters can set us free!