Thursday, January 18, 2007

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

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