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It’s a big country

With lots of critters.

Some, I’d have a beer with.

Others give me the jitters.

 

I mostly keep to myself.

When I drink, it’s usually alone.

For some reason, I’m not attractive

To every Smith or Jones.

 

Politicians supposedly represent us all

From their Old English scented offices in D.C.

Theirs is such a small world

Compared to ours in this big country.
Most of them are crooked

And should be put out on their ears.

Sadly, they’d not likely be convicted

By a jury of their peers.

 

I guess there are plenty of snakes

And slugs to go around.

But, there’re also enough

Mules and ants to be found.

 

It sure is a big country

With lots of critters.

Some, I’d have a beer with.

Others, they give me the jitters.

 

Zuckerberg’s Facebook

Expanded the horizon.

Now, it’s an even bigger country

Than the one that unfriended bison.
Sons and daughters,

Nieces and nephews,

High school friends and college buddies—

More critters than could fit in zoos.

 

It’s a good thing overall—

Expanding connections,

Opening dialogues toward

The holding of elections.

 

Used to be people

Gathered in taverns

To warm ale and heated debates—

Before that, I suppose, to fermented rainwater in caverns.

 

Someone’s gotta lead,

And someone’s gotta follow.

There’s shepherds on steep paths

And sheep down in the wallows.

 

It’s a big country

With lots of critters.

Some, I’d have a beer with.

Others give me the jitters.

by S.A. Bort / 10 June 2016

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