Election Day, November 5, 2024
I abandoned the Blog for a while due to medical reasons, the death of my Mom, and working on my novel, but today it poured out of me. I think Feisty Quill might become a place for poetry, but I’m not sure yet. However, I had to write today of all days. Here we go:
today is the election and we shall have a new master
or mistress,
Oh, God, please, let it be the new mistress
the near era
Madam President
saving us from an orange buffoon
tax dodging, draft dodging
rapist
felon
narcissist dictator, possibly with dementia
certainly crazy mother fucker either way, and certainly not a nice man
or a civil one
the country hangs in the balance
good…or evil
that it is even close is appalling
I’ll hold my breath with hope, and marvel at the strangeness of the world
