Rarely
if ever do we see eye to eye
Still I believe in him like I believe in the sky
Still I believe in him like I believe in the sky
He
has his fan club and detractors as do I
"Why
Don't We Do It in the Road?" like the Beatles did
He’s
grieving now and my heart goes out to him
I
mean that with not an ounce of false sentimentality
It’s
the poets who keep us in check when everything’s out of balance and even the
grocery clerks bring only death and destruction
I
remember Brando bigger than life in Apocalypse Now and how Francis had to
keep him on the straight and narrow when all Marlon wanted to do was kibitz
Let’s
take to the streets like a pack of wild dingoes and show these evil do-nothings
what civil disobedience really looks like when the people have had enough and
high treason is on the table
Meryl
had it so right when she spoke at The
Golden Globes and I’d love to hear what she has to say tonight at The Academy Awards
You’ll
never convince me that the only honest to goodness people live in flyover
states especially when it’s only the bleeding heart liberals that seem to
actually ever give a damn about their fellow man, woman and child
John
and I need to start doing features together because we have a similar style
that peels the pain off of every barn door from here to Poughkeepsie
Ego
trips are not for the faint of heart
Neither
are the true dark nights of the soul when your flashlight is out of juice and
your headlights do a shit job of illuminating what lies within
Sometimes
the best thing we can do is deny, deny, deny and when that doesn’t work facing
the lion, tiger or bear head on will do the trick if you’re done playing games
I
don’t have any advice as I find myself in the fetal position more often than
not these days crying my eyes out for a humanity that refuses to any longer
give itself the benefit of the doubt
Charles Cicirella
2/26/17
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