Exceptional a poem Poems : Old Year by Bill Schott

Now it's December and close to the end of all that we know to trust and defend; babies were born and others passed on; new friends were found while some are now gone. Time's Up for harassment and Toys-R-Us; Democrats win some congressional trust; Me Too movement moves men out, as women receive some closure and clout. Next year my smart phone can give me a zap, if I am having a big heart attack; my car will drive me for medical care and teach me a language before we get there. Journalist murdered, dismembered, and dumped, which is all fine with Pretends-a-dent Trump; "Show me the money, Mr. MBS!" "Trump Tower in Moscow? Yes, Putin. Yes!" Everyone is racist, whatever they say, whoever they are, whatever the day; our friends 'round the globe all think we stink; so this year ends with the world on the brink.   Author Notes Why so serious? Just a little poem. Happy Old Year!

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