PrintJune 7, 2008
Rocco, Rock On! (a poem)
(If they were ever there from the beginning).
The silver-tongued Barry
Continues to carry
The believers who picture him winning
The presidential halo.
Consequently they go
Down on their knees to their savior.
And as they fall
They'll take us all
Down with their pathetic behavior.
It is up to the sane
To fight to regain
The American faith of our fathers.
We can't turn away.
It's too late in the day,
But what if none of us bothers?
We're safe after all.
There's a sale at the Mall.
What harm can they do in four years?
We'll pick up the pieces
When this hysteria ceases.
There'll be lots of time later for tears.
Mimi Evans Winship
