Monday, July 22, 2024

Too Much BS


Too Much BS
by Lord R.e. Taylor

You live in a democracy
Every so often the filters go down
No matter who the person is
It doesn’t matter how much you respect them
The BS doesn’t need to sneak through
It comes out with every word
They won’t say anything that is true
Even fact-checkers cry when they hear it all
But all the BS has to stop sometime
Well at least for the next four years

© Poem – XXII/VII/MMXXIV
LRET


 

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