Morning shrinks into headlines
black lettering another day
into the shrinking wallet woe.
Politicians sing their hallelujahs
into an empty cup and dream raped
millions gather stones for the reckoning.
Speech is free until the disagree…The constitution
crawls through the swamp of bloated purchased
crying foul, but red letters claim Jesus doesn’t like the print.
Merry demands its holy and Happy opens its arms.
Welcome to the New Age of The Robbin’ Rich and the foot army
of dime strained dreams… January dust pans its glitter.
©Susie Clevenger 2017