Grave Misdirection: Shadorma


Dear Donald
Look in a mirror
Not down south
This so-called
National emergency?
That’s where you’ll find it

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on February 28, 2019, in Poetry, Shadorma and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 28 Comments.

  1. Ha, it’s like you are not in traffic, you are traffic

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  2. with broken mirror
    self-aggrandizement results

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  3. Hahahahaha. Sorry. My thoughts exactly…. I think πŸ€”

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  4. Exactly! T. is our national emergency, along with his followers. Scary times….

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