Gathering trophies
Proverbs 26:3
3 A whip for the horse,
A bridle for the donkey,
And a rod for the fool’s back.
Unexpected
Like weather … minds are changing
Here some sun and there some ice
Like it’s made for rearranging
or for someone throwing dice
Well planned and impulsive
walking slowly up and down
Never getting to progressive
just waiting to start another round
Always moving getting nowhere
Progress measured looking back
Gathering trophies to put somewhere
Where they’re easy to forget
Keep on grabbing for the limelight
Every star must be a leader
And if everything goes right
We won’t be lead by a cheater
Put a suit on a monkey
and glasses on its face
You’ll get pardoned by a donkey
and every liberal in the race
Jan Wienen
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