On Sunday morning Full Measure is better than Meet the Press – a sonnet

Sonnet written in response to a Facebook message from a well-meaning friend on a Sunday morning.

I don’t really know or care what “troll” means,
and I have lost track of who follows me
on Facebook. What I know about events
in Michigan could fill a thimble, maybe,
though what I do know is that the far left
and the far right have consensual sex
whenever it suits them. All these group names
are a distraction – focus on the signal,
not the noise. The volta is late, it seems,
but don’t count it out. Good disruption hides
beyond the fear and hate that plague us,
that’d nail us to a tree. All that’s left
is the resolution couplet – the close,
a dangling modifier lost in space.

p.s. This tape will self-destruct in 60 seconds. Enjoy the music.

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