Vim, Vigor
these are strange times.
anything you say or do
might turn you into an
enemy, put you in dan
ger. the state of our
union ain’t that great,
as far as i can see.
but when you’re
way over and
into the pasture
on the idealist side
of the fence, it’s a
bit of a relief to see
that a man nearly
twice your age can
hold his own in what
one might call the
traditional court
of law. i’ll take
even an ounce
of that feisty
for myself,
if you don’t
mind. if you
find those
words to be
fighting words,
then perhaps you’d
best reign yourself
and your herd of
bullying elephants
in just a smidge,
else this pacifist
might be ready
for a knock-down
drag-out good old
fashioned fight.
i hope not.
but i still
feel it
right to
say.
just
in case.
