Oh how the mighty has fallen.
Illinois.
A cold day in history.
Pride cometh before a plunge.
The vulture unleashes from the sky.
Finally.
One of many taken down.
Down. Down. Down.
If one could hear the blackness seething in our brains.
The overthrows. The seductions. The take-overs.
We would be shackled too.
What can you do for me?!
Me! Me!
After all, isn’t it always about me?!
Shaded eyes. Mirror of the soul. Full head of painted dark hair.
Elusive. The need for power and control.
Passion.
How many people has he trampled to get his way?!
In secret rooms.
All of the makings of desperation and disaster.
As the grey pelts down…covering our world in gloom.
Attempting to hide the hidden.
“Your deeds done in the darkness will be exposed in the daylight.”
Angered at this deception, this fraud; yet aware…
Expletives, profanity, a definition of character of morality.
What morality?!
Where does it exist?
Those who have. Those who have not.
Who gives a damn?!
Economies are collapsing.
Children are hurting and starving, yet “Give me that Golden Parachute”
I’ll turn my blind eye…and watch another rot in the dust.
Pad my shelves. Upholster my furniture. Burn the papers and turn them into shreds.
Interior is important. Or is it exterior?
Arrogance creeping in…
Leads way to utter failure.
“Judge not, lest ye be judged.”
Blagojevich…Who will even remember how to spell his name?
“For what shall it profit a man if he gains the whole world, but loses his own soul?
“There but for the grace of God go I.”
