Here’s a Problem, JB

Here’s a Problem, JB

Here’s a problem, JB
Here’s a dilemma, old friend
Here’s the sunlight on our bare arms
Here’s fanning farts in gym class

Here’s a wannabe dictator
without insight
Here’s another thousand years
of chaos and loss

Am I wrong to stand beside the fallen tree
and wish we were wiser than second grade?

Oh, gotta go, DG’s calling

copyright: AMW

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