So racist. So sexist. So partisan, no?
So two-faced. So glib. So “how low can we go?”
So vicious. So cruel. So “we’d-rather-not-know.”
So baldly dishonest. So soulless. So faux.
So “ubi est mea?" (It’s all ‘bout the dough.)
So intolerant, crude. So unwilling to grow.
So shameless. So wrong. So unprincipled…whoa!
Is this who
we are? Well…apparently so.
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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