here’s the one I’d wanted…. sadly, the Red Sox have won and now my poem lays wasted…
March 2nd 2004
Upon the counting of determinates, our future still lies in waste, but wasting in decisions is now our allied fate. For now we have allied ourselves with that thing most rot with fear, a compromise of our promises, our friend the wolf, and we’re the deer. We’ve set in motion nothing new by declaring the lesser of two evils, for now we’ve the more simple task of selecting the lesser of the devils. We’ve forsaken our conscience once again to hope for the impossible, that this lesser of the evils today will make this mad river cross-able. For that I say we should be shamed and not allowed to play in the games the world endures where men on men take aim. In foreign lands around the world, what greatness can we direct, when conscience steps to stumble and the lesser evil we select? This backward logic for leadership is undoubtedly a sin, for if it’s not the Yanks should lose and my Red Sox finally win.