By Gary Lindorff
Yearning for this or that impossible thing,
I started to become indifferent,
Which was for the best. . .
Stubborn as I was proud,
I still wanted them to stop
What they were doing in my name.
I wanted them to listen to my stewing.
All I got was bad dreams.
So I gave my conscience an ultimatum:
For the rest of this new poem by GARY LINDORFF, resident poet at ThisCantBeHappening!, the new independent Project Censored Award-winning online alternative newspaper, please go to: www.thiscantbehappening.net/node/1079