I Don't Want To Be Great Again
Hey everyone I'm looking for a sandy beach to buy
where I can go stick my head in the sand for four looong years.
Really, I don't want to know what's going on in this world of bad news, bad news, bad news.
I don't want to buy a newspaper for a dime from the boy on the corner,
I don't want to sit around the old brown radio with the family and fiddle with the dial to see what we can hear,
I don't want to plop in front of the little black and white screened tv my parents won in a raffle,
I don't want to watch the serious men in suits puff on their cigs and recite the news,
I don't want the full screen colored version brought on all those cable channels either,
and finally I am not interested in scrolling through Google Land to see what's up with Orange Man and his friends.
Nope, I'm looking for a deserted beach to buy.
It will be named Camp Head in the Sand.
Thank you!
This will Make Me Great Again,
even though, really, I just want to be humble.
Stephen Gospage
Thu 6th Mar 2025 08:52
Fine poem, Hélène. I often want to tune out of all this, but don't suppose that I will. More's the pity, I guess. If everyone ignored the guy, he'd probably go away!