I Don’t Know What to Think
A Penelope Alexandrine
I don’t know what to think when the world is asleep
Mostly snoring while bad betise prevails once more.
Luckily for me, Penelope is awake
Helping me at least to obviate all the sheep
Who scream and spew their dirty lies through any door
Repeating murderous phrases all paid and fake.
O Penelope long ago and here right now
There is so much to miss from before when you shone
Holding all of them back, a pack of human dogs
Never neglecting your love within to avow
All the way to my heart to be steadfastly sewn
As we stand tall against all the soiled human hogs.
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Dedicated to Penelope Israel.
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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