
Here are the things I bequeath to the nation
A pandemic disease and bad race relations
If you’d given me just four more years
I am certain that it all could have ended in tears
I had such terrific plans of four years duration
Like some border disputes and hyper-inflation
But if the fake votes seem to continue to grow
You’ll have to wait four years longer for my publicity show
Don’t think this is the last of me
Wait for my reruns on TV
Padre
https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/11/07/weekend-writing-prompt-182-bequeath/
“Don’t think this is the last of me”…. is a threat that looms large.
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Dark of the darkest poetry, Padre. Nice touch.
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