George Washington comes
striding into today’s Congress
giving them a blustering of
remarks of how things are running.
“You, politicians are falling
to far short from what I
proposed in my last farewell
address”, he shouts trying to hold
those wooden teeth in that
have seen better days.
“I had mentioned no political parties.
Now look what thee have done;
a mockery of our founding principles.
Why can’t you not agree on the issues?”
The others in the room just stand there
staring, till one says, “sorry Mr. Washington
we will never find common ground at all.”
April 24th prompt. Write a poem about a person no longer living. Tell what he or she would be doing if alive today. I decide to write two of them, this is the first.