So the day that would never come has arrived
Half a century and more for me of heartbreak and longing
And of cursing a universe where randomness could not have been as painful
Is now ended
How do I deal with such a thing?
Where in my life is there room for a Cubs I’ve never known?
It seems the world into which I was born has come to an end
But I’m ready to move on
And if this means it's the End of Days
Then the final feeling inhabiting our great big common heart
As it’s found through the vastness of creation
Or at least in the part of it known as Wrigleyville
Will be one of happiness
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 4:19 AM UTC
Hillary’s kinda ******
And her candor and health are glitchy
So let's vote for a racist
Sociopathic fascist
Who’s trigger finger's itchy
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 2:46 AM UTC