by Sean Dempsey When the shots were quiet and the dust was blown…When last all my innocence I’d outgrown—When I’d fought and killed, hands stained red,The last one standing, or so they said— I rose and looked around the Killing FieldWhere no broken soul was ever healed.And I yearned to find someone to hate;I sought […]
A “potato’s potato” the others would call him Not exactly rotund, but … nor was he slim. A stud for the ages, a chap— A warm face to slap on And gee golly we’ll miss him now that he’s gone! A head so divine: quite bulbous it was And smooth! Not even the wisp of […]
It is funny, in a way, how people view politics. For most it is like any professional sport, they choose a team at some point in their life, based on some illogical rationale, such as the color of their uniforms, a family member who roots for them, or maybe it was the only team on […]
