Blooming Desert: Even deserts get the spring fever.
Occasionally.
Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time

Each daily revelation
Makes it abundantly clear
Evil is the root of all money
Racketeer pockets fill with prophets
Beckoning cannon fodder curtain call
To take a bow on the world stage
After dreadful dance with Mr. D
Only when they believe in me


Rainwater and grain alcohol, to protect my precious bodily fluids
I’ll be Presidential and take the 5th for intentional and unintentional