Poem -

Bueller..Bueller

Bueller..Bueller

All those loose truths you do
with minimum respect
for the sanctity
of tethered reality
as you dance with narratives
that never come with attached
adverse fact checks..

All the scrapes
with exasperated authority
who despite their best
Wile E. Coyote persistence
can never tag you with consequence..

No one can touch you..
Ferris Bueller..

Who grew up to be
the 45th president of our country
and may well do an encore..

The brat we hate and envy
with equal intensity..

The likes of this character
never seen before
and unlikely
to ever come our way again

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sparrowsong

Hello Steve...

The Celebrities are all your friends?

That's so good to know...

​​​​​​How much are you getting paid?

You want Boys in Girls Locker Rooms and playing in Girls Sports?

That's good to know too...

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

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Steve Green

Thanks Sparrow...

I definitely don't want boys in the girls locker room
or transsexuals playing girls sports

I also don't like presidential candidates who bragged
about hanging out in the Miss Teen USA changing room
while the under age girls were in various stages of undress

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Steve Green

I love Bueller too for his audacity and daring but as a chronic
rule follower I am a lot like his sister Jeannie who resents 
him for all he gets away with doing things I would get busted for..

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