Shakespearean Summer
Perturbed at how hard it has been to adjust
To the absence of trust in the man we entrust
As he lies without thought of the growing disgust
As the mistruths and spin speed along.
Everything’s framed as a media event
Fed propaganda, we’re left to lament,
As we crawl through the summer of this con’s tent,
That the winter ahead ’twill be long.
(c) 2020 The Sixty Second Scribe
