Does it not make me sick
In the depths of my soul
when the President lies
Ask me why I would care
about American
political process
Me of all the people
you yourself could question
a foreign-born moron
Not just a citizen
of the United States
but a man who could rise
Engage the leadership
not as a journalist
but as a professor
Damned be philosophy
I finished my degree
but need two more to speak
Devil In the details
forced to work in retail
but for twenty-two years
Obviously I teach
no one profess nothing
for this I must confess
Catholic from my birth
I gave God up for Lent
the whore of Babylon
Told me to leave the Church
of my childhood and read
the Scriptures on my own
Obviously I read
all world scriptures as one
misguided confessor
Reading Buddhist sutras
uncovered the meaning
of birth and death I seek
Golden years in a land
where I find my exile
from my birthplace cause tears
Only in heartbroken
people who can't return
for financial reasons
Leave me to figure out
the mystery of time
as a phenomenon
Doctor to nobody
without the means to grow
who'll throw this dog a bone
Only that person knows
they have the means to help
me weather the seasons
Take back the government
I couldn't care less truth
be told I stay withdrawn
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