IX.
The Greatest Political Poem in American History
As the snow flake melts
we observe on its surface
sadness
like the crying of a baby
A baby that has lost
a loser baby
A loser baby crying snow flake baby crying
some more baby crying that has lost its
snowflake.
Until there is no more melting
and only the puddle of losing remains
Thank you,
By Mojo Jojo