On Hiatus

I have not been diligent in writing for this blog;

Used to do a lot of rhymes but it became a slog.

It's no fun to rhyme about what's going on out there.

America is in a crisis...  I am in despair.

I'd thought Donald Trump an aberration - just a fluke -

Now I see he isn't, and that makes we want to puke.

He attacks the very things that made this country great;

Demonizing every Democratic candidate.

His base loves him for it; they adore his Twitter rants...

Echoing his ugly sentiments in racist chants.

Maybe Trump's just cynical and it's his strategy

But the fact it's working for him is depressing me.

I feel like a dummy 'cause I never understood

How it is that people, even in my neighborhood,

Here, in Chelmsford, Massachusetts, are supporting Trump...

My faith in humanity has gone into a slump.

'though I've tried, repeatedly, to see the other side;

Put aside how often his Administration's lied,

Watched a lot of FOX and Friends for what they had to say,

I found myself overwhelmed...  I've had to step away.

In Memoriam - Mike Wallace

excerpted from an
Article first published as In Memorium: Mike Wallace on Technorati.

Article first published as In Memorium: Mike Wallace on Technorati.

Mike Wallace (1918 - 2012) Photo credit:  CBS.com

At the age of 93, Mike Wallace passed away.
He's the man who pioneered techniques still used today.
Master of surprise attacks, Mike Wallace once struck fear
Into hearts of those he interviewed from year to year.

He could be abrasive; sometimes, questions made me wince
But we've never seen his like again - before or since.
Famous for his courage; put Depression on the map.
Told the world about the time Westmoreland made him snap.

Rest in peace now, sir. Your legacy is safe and sound.
Even though you've gone from us, your style is still around.
When you get to heaven (for I'm sure that's where you'll be)
Don't tick off the Lord; tell Andy Rooney "Hi" for me.