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so sad for the day
by Charlie Morganbedsprings creak and heads turn;
alarms set to have people rise,
very unlike The Risen.
clocks punched, a family of five
go out the same door, only to enter
separate doors and begin a day;
a day like no-other; who will mention
a nation's fears of the on-coming blob;
another day where items are sacrosanct;
another day where a cartoon is equal
the be-heading of a journalist;
another day in a fool's paradise.
and T.V.s are warmed and ready
to spit lies of fire to the masses;
just another day of proper ignorance.
political correctness takes his place,
as the vial of words play hurtful havoc
to the unsuspecting young of all ages.
another day where NAACP calls
the Tea party racist and doesn't
meet face to face the Irony of it all. 10/22/2010 Posted on 10/22/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 10/22/10 at 07:36 PM One may not necessarily agree with the message and still think this poem is excellent, Charlie. I especially like the line "another day when a cartoon is equal the be-heading of a journalist." On that we can agree, no matter which way we lean politically. |
| Posted by V. Blake on 10/22/10 at 07:53 PM A fool's paradise, indeed. Feels like everything's a practical joke that's just gone too far sometimes, eh? |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/31/10 at 01:06 PM Yes, I DO feel spat upon watching the drivel. And it IS sooooo sad the way we have stopped listening to each other's souls. Being spitsaturated makes the listening harder, but I must keep trying. Thanks for this wakeup, Chaz. |
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