The Show
Dabbling scribble like desperate saliva,
Running down furiously, frantically rising,
As dripping sweat stains the surreal drift,
Of powerful prose; a procrastinating moment,
Speaking words sewn tightened together,
Chained carelessly, as the speaker has no time,
Patched up and painfully pondering the next line,
Yet as the words kissed; clinging closely together,
An enjambment ensued, methodically mixing metaphor,
Measuring the fate of family, As millions stare,
The first words spoken eloquently eerie:
"My fellow Americans…"
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