My heart is drunk
with sadness and joy.
Obama is the white elephant
(escaped from the zoo)
in the room.
Joy when I see the gorgeous
world….sad, because…well…
you know.
My heart gets me drunk
makes me dance
holds the memory
of romance.
It’s taken a beating
but, as long as I live,
so does it….and, it’s
never taken any shit.
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