Epic

forever dooming how the missus and I relate
where interplay, foreplay and coldplay
insinuated...

In the midst of chaos, one mortal did rise, Heracles, hero, with strength to surprise. With bow in his hand...

Is it Money or is it Weakness?

Is it they just didn't care?

Funny in English they're called...

You're on their side?

You don't want a safe Community?

You want to attack and Defund those...

They're wrapped by their own Security...

Yelling for their Power...

​​​​​​Having to prove...

cunctatious, flirtatious, and unostentatious,
plus being calm, cool and collected,
but he...

Things seem different?

Maybe, your brain is buzzing...

Maybe, things seem brighter......

They should be happy to fund their own wants and desires...

There shouldn't be any Federal Funding...

The following poem posted about a half hour before the bewitching hour that spelled calamity (which though...

Nothing you can do when it's written...

It can't be erased...

It could take you one hundred...

They have to talk to an Audience even when there's really no one there...

They have to seem...

You can stand in line...

Play their unfair Game...

You can have your own thoughts......

They fight for you...

You empty it out...

They lock up Merchandise and not Criminals......

Closed the doors...

Shut up the Books...

They got paid to teach...

They laugh at...

When light enters the dark...

The power can make the dark freak out...

Almost like watching...

The earth shook and trembled, the heavens did roar, As Gaia’s revenge marched from the depths of the floor...

When you see the things around you collapse...

Someone told you you don't have to do a thing......