Two
years ago, the Republican National Convention which renominated the
former orange Resident of the United States was in full ugly swing.
This
verse erupted after stepping out my
back door at 1:30 am. Unlike the pleasantly
cool night this year in McHenry County it was close and muggy. I was trying my best to keep from being over-exposed
to the Trumpista hate fest, but it
kept creeping in on newscasts and social media. No wonder I was restless. Surrealism anyone?
The Convention of
Crickets
August 26, 2020
The Convention of Crickets
nominates the Night.
The Fireflies and Cicadas
concur.
The Night accepts
and
blankets all
whether
they like it
—or
not.
Jiminy advises prevaricators
to
let their consciences
be
their guide.
Harry from Times Square
endorses
families of choice.
The Mormon delegates
plot
catastrophe
and
revenge.
Buddy’s backup band
chirps
the exit music..
Session adjourns at Dawn.
—Patrick Murfin
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