November 30, 2024

Far be it for someone to judge your month,

I was never the top dog anyway.

I know my place in the minority,

But still I will politely have my say.

If you'd stuck to groceries and borders,

Your wave of momentum could have endured.

As with colleges, casinos, vodkas,

A sad lack of discipline has emerged.

Sure, you set out to meet your promises,

Sold as tickets at the carnival booth.

"We are going to destroy everything

The working-class Joes have learned to loathe.”

Here's a hack, there's another head to whack,

Your posse lined up ready to serve.

Sure one or two of them might get blocked,

But there is no stomach to stem the surge.

You'll taunt foes to their usual laments

About these choices that you are making,

Asserting that it is their very nerves

That will result in hallowed ground breaking.

However, widespread chaos, massive change,

Can only remove existing structures.

We still need a plan, methodologies,

To fill in the void left by the ruptures.

Without some measured, thoughtful oversight,

Something stronger than "yeah, sure, why not?"

Your guarantee of beautiful walls

May crumble from wet basements and dry rot.