heart beats faster at the mention of your name
image burns in eyes’ eternal flame
melody rises when you call
and flutters wing’d within
wonder wrought in words may love extol
gladness found in knowledge of your soul
dispelling all my worldly fears
with romance met
This is my offering for mythological P today. I was going to do Prometheus. You know the guy. A big dude who stole fire from heaven and had his insides plucked out daily by the eagle for helping mankind. Definitely not a politician.
Then I did some more reading today. I know. It should be housework. But . Well, just but.
Speaking of butts…
I kept hearing the national anthem when I was writing this. Hum along now.
A legend once believed.
Plutocracy is now the way.
How ill, this child conceived.
Plutocracy rules the way!
Every one of us
is now its slave.
Kinda catchy don’t you think?
Check out this for democracy that’s lost the way. And whatever you do, try to ignore the face. It induces vomit. Just sayin’. No need to make ourselves more sick than we have to.