A notebook bulletin board
tacked on when randomly bored
applied thoughts in a scribblebook
open for the world to look who passes by
so fast to see like a needle in a haystack we
safely stash those innermost secrets thought to be
at least you see languishing up and into pristine
blossoms for you to pick and sniff and hope
they don't make you sick.



Thinking of it in a positive way, the GOP is like the Wicked Witch of the West and they've already shrunken down to the size of a measly puddle our president Barack H. Obama might put his cigar out in. The problem with that shrinking puddle, is it's made of such volatile stuff, that any pre-celebratory sparks that might fall off such a cigar, would surely blow us all to Kingdom Come.