Beyond those twisted, sneering smiles
there must be miles of higher ground;
why can’t we rise above the slime,
insist upon a change of venue?
Why, with this crop of sour limes
must we add sugar to the drink?
Refuse the Kool-Aid; it is poison.
Once you drink it, it’s all over.
15 APR 2025
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