It happens each
election cycle:
some event so
potent psychol-
ogic’lly it
sways the unde-
cideds. stuff
they’re sure of Monday
sounds like
nonsense come the weekend –
strongly held
beliefs now reek and
truth’s no
longer truth but lies:
October’s here!
Surprise, surprise!
Uly Poe pens dogg'rel verse. "'Tis fun," hums Uly, "I disburse." The gamut runs from bad to worse. The matter treated...? Quite diverse -- most, postcards from his universe, replies to grudges he must nurse. My summary...? Let me be terse: a blessing largely. (Not a curse.)
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