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poem
Should I bow down to false promises
Made on the snap shut of the tongue
Not suchered in syntax, which may come undone
But fun, like William, it’s sure to hurt some
The vagaries of discontent when all is afoot
The foot fault of a dancer whence it is input
To thy mouth it is dry as thy foot goes awry
And other slow dancers just pass us on by
There’s been an invasion, and William’s got hurt
The western hemisphere is on high alert
Vladimir’s stagecraft and talent are on show
But America’s got talent is auditioning, so
Go back to your consoles and esoteric tastes
See if by summer this goddamn war rates
But Vladimir is out there grooming his horde
He could have been a contender, stellar his fate
This singer, this dancer, this Shakespearian actor
His fans are e-norm as he blitzkriegs his storm
And in the middle of all this one more William is gawn
Exit stage left, but to the stage he was born
We need somebody whose integrity still rates
To cut through the noise of our now altered States
& rip 🙏 WH
