BogRhymes

Everything is relative,
All declines in the end.
Life is a bitch,
That’s a fact.

There’s brothers of mine,
I can’t relate to.
With others,
I want some time back.

My friends are too kind,
My enemies weak.
My thoughts are,
Well, not too deep.

And for me and myself,
I give me advice.
Don’t sit on the shelf,
When you sleep.

Don’t get me wrong, he brings great hope,
And he can talk the Moon down from the sky.
But oratory and election strategy won’t,
Make earthlings run, much less fly.