From the journal

Dingleberry.

Often, meteorology
compensates poorly for the
lack of an umbrella.
STELLLAAAAA!

This is indicative of a larger
rift in the national state of affairs,
namely the uncompromising
nature of compromise that
permeates the collars
and the bells of the land.

Or, perhaps not? Perhaps it
is the sinking ship of state
which clouds the rays
of sunlight flashing
one the deck where
waves are crashing
And the crates, colliding,
smashing
up against the iron lashings of my inner mind.

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