Winter's bone, satire poetry
Yes we can!
Dwindling voting line
Unkind insults hurled
Against the few who care
Politicans roar victory
Mindless attention span
Unfamiliar with past history
An era when money dangled in Levi jeans
Income exceeds expenditures
Was it all just an impossible dream? Take a look back, unlock the door that once believed. Organize, rebuild the decaying neighborhoods that once yelled, " Yes we can. " Then look again in your jeans, my bet you'll see money bills of green and extra cash for that almost forgotten vacation adventure.
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