Secret Clickwheel Ambitions

Somehow our pants stayed up
at the same time as the president
had the authority to eavesdrop.

We frayed our braces and stripped.
The hand of a Doomsday Clock
moved minutes closer to midnight.

Some of the clouds of dust
have been cleared away,
leaving us licking our wounds.

--Rupert M Loydell

Doomsday Clock moves closer to The End
Administration ending warrantless phone taps
Future gazing