Thoughts and Democracy

When I was a boy, I was naturally left handed but was forced to
write with my right hand, and I put this down for the great difficulty
I have written in my language
English is better for me I know I often mix words together that is,
but having been laughed at I give a **** my problem, often because
The brain works faster than my hands. When we had writing test the teacher
usually –with the correction- read my work nevertheless I got low grades
because of my spelling mistake but no one ever said continue to write
You have talent. I didn't write anything before I was fifty and all the people
who had put me down was safely dead.
In my head live several persons some are nice give money to the gipsy outside
the supermarket another one hates them they smell.
Then we have the most pompous of all the pretence to be intellectual
because I have read many books –hundreds actually- not to forget the great
a psychologist who understand mind but know not what he is; the weighty
books were mainly read when on a ship to stave off boredom No forget
the communist he once as a child wrote a couple of lines from the manifesto
“The Dictatorship of the masses” we know how that ends the party rules over
the people day and night. I will not mention the other voices in my head only say
that a voice says the safest bet is the democracy, not the way it is practised
now when it is good for those with the money we the people are ignored, and
that was why the Trump victory pleased me not for him to be like lukewarm
Obama sitting in the basement deciding who to drone **** he may stop being
a policeman and concentrate re- building the America of yore and in case you
wonder this is not a poem