MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE
by Michael Wolraich
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MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE by Michael Wolraich Order today at Barnes & Noble / Amazon / Books-A-Million / Bookshop |
So the Spring has sprung
And our Summer is just gone
Autumn has arrived
Red and yellow trees
So many colors abound
Dead leaves on the ground
Dead leaves on the ground
And dying leaves on the trees
Crispness in the air
My body feels crisp
My own soul feels this crisp air
The end seems so near
Its so very near
The dead of winter is near
The end seems so near
Should I just rejoice?
Rejoice in these great colors
Or submit to death
Obama was Spring
Then colors just abounded
Hope seemed eternal
Nothing's eternal
Everything will be dead
Even little me
So colors abound
In the midst of such moments
Moments do not last
That's why we all die
If you do not care
Trump can make sense to some folks
All of us folks die
Just give it a few more years
Moments just confuse
Winter is with us
Trump season is upon us
Winter's forever
But Trump's days are just numbered
Even Trump shall pass.
But all things must pass
Like no good shit through a goose
Trump shall pass through us
Like shit through a goose
ha
GOOD LUCK
No good thing or bad thing lasts forever.
This is just an aside to Chauncy. hahahahah
I always hated the Four Seasons.
I mean, the Beach Boys certainly fed on them.
I was just thinking on this pitiable lament and felt I should include this gem: