Oh, give me a home where Americans roam
where the donkeys and elephants still play,
where seldom is heard, a fake newsy word
and talking heads are nice to each other all day.
How often at night when the talking heads fight
in the light of a flat TV screen
have I sat here so sad, and yes, even mad!
at the downfall of American dreams.
Yes, my Home, home's way out here;
here in flyover country so dear,
where manipulated stats, and alternative facts
don't mean diddly-squat all the year.
Oh give me a home, where civility's not gone
where we still have a song and a prayer
where seldom is heard, a vindictive word
and for alternative facts we have not a care.
Glass half-Full
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