The Soap Box

by Maple Tree   Aug 26, 2013


Standing upon suds of
unconscious thoughts,
I stumbled, grumbled
for explanations of
gibberish and expectations.

Tongue tied, mystified
I searched for truth
in words of dishonesty,
muddling in puddles
of what I believe to
be true.

I'm a political beast
standing upon a box
for the jokers who support
me, and the victims
who await my wrath
of destruction....

Inspired By and Written for my dear friend JT ~

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