Tumultuous Thursday

Seeing the sun

Standing inside

I’ll be glad when

this is over

The air is stuffy

No wind on my face

No smell of sweet clovers

Soon the day will come

And we can

All be back outside

But for now

I dream of

Seeing the sun shine

Tumultuous Thursday

The real hoax

He knew everything

And nothing

He spoke often

But not real words

When shone the truth

He called it absurd

And when his false world fail apart

He blamed everyone else, of course we all knew this part

The beginning of the end

There were no words to spend

No only truth believe me, believe me folks

Through all the deep state, he is the real hoax.

By hmaxwell