Night Shift
I'm not inclined to set these thought into rhyme and meter. I'm not inclined either to talk about last night's events -- just these thoughts evoked by last night's visit.
I never got along with liberals,
But enjoy the company of drunks.
It may be part of growing up
next to a drunk, neighbor Nancy.
Loud and brash and clumsy and cheery,
With loads of affection for kids.
Just as kind when sober, and just as
Grandiose, but effective. She did things!
Liberals were about indignation,
indoctrination, elocution... school.
I was loved by Nancy, but a failure at school. Though I skipped a grade, my grades were poor. I tested so much better. Therapeutic private schools next. The epitome of liberals -- all the world a client, a patient, a project.
In liberal eyes, I might as well be a drunk.
In a drunkard's eyes, I'm likely just a mark.
But mark me down as one who welcomes them,
As opposed to feeling compelled by principle
To not refuse welcome.
And so went the night I spent with a handful of liberals and a barrel full of drunks at an Occupy camp, trying to help the two groups to get along.
By Robert Corey
© 2011 Robert Corey
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