Pale Shade

We skip a light randango, turn carwheels across the world. We been feeling kinda badly… but the crowds call out for more. The nation's drumming harder, and Constitution's blowing away, when I noticed another blink from our patriots along the way. And now its getting later, as the maga tells his tale, and the climate space at first . . . just blows a whiter spade of heil. They said there is no reason, and the truth's not plain to see, as we wandered through our online shards. . . and would not let them be. . . the run of sixteen-year-old vestal virgins who were leaving maralago coast.

And although our eyes are open, they might as well be closed. And now it is much later, as the offender reads his mail, that Uncle Sam's face. . . at first just ghostly, turns a darker shade of pale. Glass Chimera