I\'m out on a limb
That twists, rises and falls
Sways much with the wind
Narrows as I crawl.
Around It\'s trunk I grasp
For fear I may plummet
Hoping to end my tasks
\'Fore the Ax men cometh
My Country is out on a Whim
That twists, rises, and falls
With crowds come thick and thin
With narrow minded scrawls.
On little with which to grasp
Morals and Values plummet.
Will the constitution last
Before the Yes Men cometh?
Augustus / Folsom, LA / January 2017