No one is perfect
Look down the long list
Not one faultless being
Flaws wherever you look
Still the cult attacks
Number forty-five
Thinks he is the
Worst man alive
In some ways he is flawed,
But then aren’t we all?
The erudite, those above it all,
With their sycophants in line
Point their fingers
Hoping they are right
Knowing so many times
They are far from the truth
These, the ones with the degrees
So smug in their ascertaining
Are examples of how the few
Can influence so many and
Cause them to believe in what
They know is not true
These all-knowing are in the dark
They are the angels, fallen
There is no intellectual obligation
To follow these peddlers of myth
They cannot be taken seriously
When their bias is so profoundly evident
They are guilty in the highest sense of
the same high crimes and misdemeanors
The hallowed positions they hold
Are being desecrated by their lies
There is no real explaining of hatred
Justification of its outcome is folly
To soften partisan decisions we
Cannot bring on more absurdities
Our president has been blamed for things
His adversaries have long been doing
He has received little credit for all that has
Been accomplished while enduring three years of duress
Stanski
January 5, 2020 ^
Steve Haarman 