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The lights went off, for long enough,
And in the darkness things got rough,
All four quarters gushing red—
Some bloody politician’s dead,
We liked him once, yes, very much,
And wanted to have four of such
But once the pill he pushed wore off
And life collapsed… well, things got rough.
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Alec Ream is a writer living in Virginia. His poetic work and creative fiction have been widely published. A member of the Demosthenian Literary Society at UGA, he wrote on Lookout Mountain, and continued to write, lecture and work for Delta Kappa Epsilon HQ. He was first published reading to the pledge class of Michigan DKE, in Ann Arbor in 2008. Recently, his poem Green Fire was read at the Washington Literary Society & Debating Union at UVA.
The red pill or the blue pill… Ha! Indeed, much of the trick of secular living is not living beyond when the pills wear off.
Daniel – my man! you hit the nail on the head. Thanks for the Early American transcendentalism. May Christ Jesus the Son of God be with you and yours in any lions’ den you may encounter. You don’t know it, but your comment passed me the basketball for this lay-up I wrote yesterday, to flank the above lines and rhyme. Note: Rhetoric Major here, from UGA in 1987.
I minted sensibilities,
While venting my soliloquies,
And dreamed I’d keep my precious views,
Seated in my party’s pews.
I did not think the wind would shift,
And blow my words across the rift,
Fund my opponent’s purpose “vile,”
From Whig to Tory, ‘cross the aisle.
“My body my choice” has taken flight,
Vexing vax bullies – from left to right.