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Now. Here for you is a spoken word piece called, What am I missing? A poem of the times. If you like it, please, let me know. Leave your comments below. Now, here's the poem. Listen to it on the podcast.

What am I missing? A poem of the times.

Hey! Why are you all looking at me like that? Why are you looking at me like that?

Am I missing something here? Am I missing something? Anyway!

The convergence of the mighty minds and the elitest of the elites of mankind are arguing it out. This side is making a mocking fool out of that side's clout.

One is at a loss as to why the others' boss has got it all so very wrong, in class.

And arguing yet the more about the letter and the law, and as to the spirit of the longtime draft which they drew and draw.

And as you already know, the law is the law. And no one is above the law, not even him, nor her. But you also know that I'm really, really rich, and can afford to buy her some whipping switch.

So said that one there at the top of the glitch, so. We'll see. We'll see. And yet they argue on. About this, and that, and about what the framers of those very laws samer, must have thought, and would have written down and etched in class.

From thousands upon hundreds of years ago, they are long dead though, but…

What was to have been their thinking when said laws were being framed and fenced in?

Asked some of them on this siding.

While all the while, those of high profile are defending on the one side or amending on the other in order to be sending some other some ones somewhere through the turnstiles.

Especially those some ones who are known to have lied, steal, cheated, among the many other awful vices which is known that she did, or was it he? Maybe.

Increasing the foul-play all along the way from the very first day of the stepping in of their first right feet, so it would seem, or the wrong one to eat, seasoned with beans, or was it the head instead, could be that you know, could be that instead?

Lying yet again there on the bed, and who are known to have bragged around somewhere in town, talking about such deeds long done, or those which could yet be done in time to come, without anyone even stopping his gun, so spoke he openly in the street, even.

And never even so much as to think a stink thought to tone it down in parts, even when the thermostat was to have gotten turned up really hot, to get heated yet the more at that spot, yes, the headship of his head.

And the council of councilors were known to have begged and said it to her clients' hearing aids oftentimes, so they would have, as said, begged, begging yet again to refrain from the speaking game.

And would have said to them just before praying her off to bed: you are unwell, they said, you can't help yourself, so, go, go on up to sleep, on the topmost bunk bed, and to cover your feet, they pleaded and begged. But...

Eloquent was that one, he who stood upon a stand in front of a frenzied admiring clan, the cheering on of the fans there prodding him on, and lied long straight ties, sorry, I meant to say, face. Lied straight-faced to no one's distaste, oh what a disgrace.

But just in case they should stick a microphoned camera up in your face tomorrow, say nothing more than this to her: we did nothing wrong, we did nothing wrong.

Yet, yes, yet they argue on, they, them, them and their highly placed able-bodied men: we did the very same thing which you and yours did do and would have done them too, so they say, nothing more nothing less nothing wrong with that, nor with you, I guess so, how come?

How comes no one had called for any form of a reprimand? No accountability came at hand - Dan, not even one such as you are now calling for from these our highly placed men of war, therefore, this is a hoax, this is a farce, fake news and the rest of the arts...

But, as for us, we are instructing everyone under our immediate command, not to be found cooperating with anyone, no not you, not them, nor with the sleuth of their demands.

But, if the cooperators should go on and cooperate, then we are going to open up the gate and call them out straight, those from over there on your side of the plate, those who, just like us, did nothing wrong, they too, did nothing wrong.

Like, that which they would have done when they did in like manner as our own, like our very own had done, no, they did nothing wrong when they did those things, nothing which they would even want to hide from anyone, it would seem, same as how we didn’t do it over on our side of the pew stand, the podium.

But come they must, just like us, come to testify about all the right things which they, just like us, did do or even the wrong ones which both of us on either side, did not do on the bus. Both them and us. True? True.

This one over here though, has got overwhelming evidence to show, he was to swear so and then go, gone off to the picture show.

And he was going to use it all to prove that what he'd said that that one had abused, and did, is true, and she is culpable, and you ought to have her removed, or was it he, him! Same thing.

Though, I would really appreciate it if you were to show me some more of the facts and things. Those facts which you have got lots of over there under locks and hidings.

But that one will not, because, these facts are all that we have got here, and it's all that we have got to put us in the clear. These facts are here to prove that, we are aware of your hiccups and of the pack, and of course, we did nothing wrong, we did nothing wrong.

We are not like some of you and your “someone” friends who, on the other hand, can't seem to get anything right, not even the other side of your left-handed bills which you right.

Nor the articles which you'd wronged when you had ventured out to write out our wrongs.

So went on the educated ones, well, nothing wrong with that part yah man, nothing at all, nothing but for the buttoning up of the bottom lines off of the bottomless pit which he is just about to fall into quick.

So said the topmost third of the 3-tiers of the wisest of the wise men in here, and same also came from among the elites over there. None was able though, to bridge the gap and to shorten the divide which exists and persist between the too many sides.

But this one over here has got the perfect solution clear, and the answer is holed up in his sweaty hand bare. Which was to come down to just one as I was to hear, which turned out as it must, to be just this one on the bus:

Let's leave it up to the voters, he says to the camera turned up in his gaze about hers’, and hence, was to get him in and on the post to be there and posing, out there on the media page spheres in a couple of days enclosed in, just over there, yes:

Let's leave it up to them, the voters, to decide here-in, so he said and lied again, in my hearing. And I was like, what did I just missed, what did I miss? What do we make of that? And of this? What did I miss? Again I had was to have asked, and hissed.

In a situation such as this I could not help but hissed at the Abyss, and wonder out loud from the backside of my speech, what did I miss, what did I miss?

We have got to trust the voters they say, we have got to trust them enough to make the right decision on this one-sided busted right left-handed play, right? Right.

And why is that? Someone was to have asked a-mocked. Mocking the answer which was quick in coming back, coming from the elitest of the educated pack.

It's because, came the answer fast. It’s because, just like the paying customer in business-class does and do, the voting voter in politics too, is always right, isn’t that right? Right.

Well. Of course, He is right too, he has sure got the right, and the left foot of shoe, and the power, yes, he has got the power too, it's all there in his right hand, by the shower, and in the one left of their best, on the hour.

The power to make the right call and the proper decision test after-all, yeah! Of all of the others with or without a vested interest, it is he, the voter-we, it is us who has got the correct answer as we must.

The power to get them and the rest of us all out of this hell hole of a thinly divided one-sided messy mess brawl, which those others over there with purely none politically motivated interest clear, did have, and best of all, from the onset and even before that call, fear? Fear.

But. No, it wasn’t they, them, it wasn’t them who had gotten us all to digress and to divert from serving the people's best interest then, which was the only reason why the voters had gotten interested in this messy business in the firster, that place, there, yes, but anyhow, let’s move along now to the better place of the first-est. yes.

Because, the people as said before, are the ones who knows what's best, for sure, so let’s put them to the test said the one decked out in vest, the test which we had gotten ourselves together from the past and was to institute on the voter's list fast.

Whatever they say is the correct answer right away, and that decision shall be binding for the next four to five years’ and winding, winding up to stay, and pointing towards the next generations’ spheres too, so they say.

And, if we should somehow manage to last that long under these said conditions, while the other, them, while they get richer and fatter, and mightier is proper, and get to secure for themselves an elevated place for their future, and in history and hers.

While they, the other they, like, “we,” we get poorer, and weaker, and fewer and meeker, and wasting away even the more her, and gets so blinded by the glistening lights shining, shining off of the stencil and trashy wrapping papers bright, and blinding, so much so that they, we, us, and not them, but us.

Those of us who can't ever seem to be able to see a thing but our guts and a few other buttons and bolts, maybe, maybe there will yet remain a bit of hearing left in the hearing aids for these, “us,” to hear the piles of dressed-up nonsense which they, the other “we,” tell them there, when comes the next election year.

So much so that we may go out again and vote for them, and not me, nor us, and much more of the same, the most outrageous pile of ducklings lame but. But, but who is to be blamed? Really? Sure not me, nor us, but them, - Neilie.

Those who will be able to do the most nothing for most of them, nothing other than to do them, you know, like, like, do them in. Again.

You probably get the leader which you deserve with her. Well, so they say. Would have happened when you went out and to play, and would have swallowed the broth which they had served up, and tossed.

Now, these are they, those, the bosses’ boss, and rose, those which you get with the polling fingers and polls.

Yes, there they are, from the highly sophisticated down to the lowest bum dressing up the business class, in the house of the gated, near the bar, and the showroom windows, and the wasted.

Among other things which they did. You know what I mean? But we are not talking about those in the Center, of the schemes of things. We are talking about those two extremes, where voters in elections lie somewhere in between, yeah, there, in them is where all of our solutions lie, naked and bare.

But. “What the heck do I care?” Said that man over there. Beware! Voters, you had sure better beware.

By, E Lloyd Kelly, Feb. 2020. #poemsofthetime #weekendspecial,

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