thanks to Jennifer Senior –NYT Opinion Writer
The Pathology of our national disease was a contagion of personality disorder
from the git go: cadres of fevered, ghost-eyed, straight-lipped smilers,
graze the floor, stiff-walk zombie zig zag party lines.
One time, a yellow-haired bully in my back yard left dead birds on my bike seat
I never knew why, but on a clear day you could see his grudge forever
His buddies backed his meanness and shuffled their feet then
chased me and my best friend up the alley and hit me square in the back with a finch
This isn’t news, just one humble opinion, but when a Narcissist runs a crisis you
should skedaddle the other way -except when you can’t, in which case
it may be best to turn off the news, take the troubles into your own hands, don your mask, take a shower, walk the other way, but watch your back.
Early Morning Poems 