Should I accept what happened,
This full frontal attack on posterity,
Or search out Monteverdi?
Each is a journey of sorts,
Mournful of the past,
Knowing somehow, somewhere
Aberration becomes history.
Should I forget
This untuned lute
That does not ever quite compute?
Colleges un-collegial
Where electors select
From choice so narrow
A suit that does not suit.
Were not the chads,
Unnerving, wigging
Quite enough of rigging?
Did we have to stack
Another deck,
Bury our gains
In a grave we are digging.
Where is the majority
The numbers we cannot toss
To sum this fractured loss?
Who is the ruler,
And who the ruled
In a politic
In search of a vindictive boss?
Can time heal
This fanciful cartoon:
This selfie wound?
Facebook, Google run amok.
Or has time been cancelled
No more episodes
Worth staying tuned?
