Hi Friends… in keeping with what’s hot and in the headlines, I’ve come up with this timely poem. Following the verse is a Stash editorial. I hate to inject emotion and personal feelings into these things… but I couldn’t help myself. Forgive me. Stash
The Olympic Spirit
Fighting for the contest’s gold…
A shiny prize goes to the bold.
Happening once, every four years…
It always ends with smiles and tears.
The agony, the effort… all the sweat…
The winner and his next best bet.
In the lead and then running behind…
Who’ll first reach the finish line?
Waiting for results, late to come in…
Who’ll be the loser… who will win?
The merry-go-round… then the finals.
There can be no excuses… no denials.
In an instant, hopes are dashed…
Golden dreams abruptly smashed.
Happy hugs from the victor’s mama…
Who will it be… Romney or Obama?
Stash
*** Stash-Editorial***
Regarding the question posed
In the last line of my poem:
Personally, I really don’t care.
Thank God for the real Olympics,
As we have had a two week respite
From the 24/7 barrage of nauseating
Campaign bla-bla-bla-bla-bla.
I’m pretty sick of the whole muddy process.
It’s expensive. It’s nasty. It’s foul.
Running for president has turned into
A Machiavellian blood-sport…
One where truth is only optional
And where lies, slander and distortion
Are the tools of choice
For those wanting to get elected.
So this is democracy.
What’s that loud humming I hear?
Oh… that’s just our Founding Founders…
Spinning in their graves.
Stash