he sure plays mean pinball
it’s friday night and I should be brushing
up on my pinball prowess
my disciples lately have been frowning
upon my lack of attention to details
oh the hell with them
and oh the hell with all of them
they prey on my abilities to no end
only becoming frustrated themselves
turning back time or should I say
turning inward
and begging for forgiveness
the world is like a simmering pot
of stone soup
royal chefs and political strategists
stirring in their own special interests
(making it only taste worse)
in the meantime
there is a worldwide distraction
on television screens
and the internet of things
courtesy of one unchallenged man
deaf and dumb and favorably blind
october two thousand sixteen
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