"Political Transformation"

An unofficial PDC3K (week 25) Entry

Together we lay
In sheepish pastures
The sheep roll the dice
(Since sleeping doesn't last here)
Questions arise
From the one who beats a cane
An abacus keeps track
Of his words, possibly insane
Didn't you know that rainbows
Taste like apples, red?
Didn't you know
Force appears candid, in bed?
Often sad, never happy
I stay within the Nation
But others won't
(They hate political transformation)

By @robyneggs
February 3rd, 2018
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