I’m drained and
tired, waiting for the Fall
The heat of summer
and elections drain
Me of the urge to
move or make a call
This sonnet keenly
shows my lack of brain
Why is it that those
who criticize me
Are stronger voices
than the mass who care
I know all of each
one’s insanity
And yet I give these
nuts the larger share
At least I know that
they’re just like my Mom
Who got my service by
bringing me down
And years of shrinks
gave me some dear freedom
From binding my heart
to the clever clown
But now it’s time to
live by the lesson
And don’t get
involved in what they mess in
These lines :
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The heat of summer and elections drain
Me of the urge to move or make a call
I am so tired of the summer heat, I am so tired of reading/hearing/thinking about the elections, that I want to get away from all media. My brain is shriveling up. I am too tired to care... yet I do.