With your every stride
Fallen leaves and memories
Fragment into mulch.
You think yourself bold,
Decisive man of action:
Midas of decay;
Modern day Nero:
Tweeting while Rome succumbs
To internal flames.
Survey these ashes
Stark remains of the fury
From your careless match.
Where Colossus stood
Only dust and rubble stir
In warm autumn breeze
And yet:
Despite your chaos,
Slender verdant tendrils grow
Rooting your ruins
Proving to you, Wretched Waste,
That even now, hope remains.
Aroil in Pain 
Pitch perfect!
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God help us all. Where Trump goes, Boris follows.
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What’s up with the suspending Parliament thing? That must mean something different than it would mean here. Suspending Congress would require wrecking the Constitution and would lead to open Civil War!
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Not far off. While what Boris has done is legal (although it is being contested), it is playing with dynamite. He doesn’t care what he says or does, it is all about winning. He is dangerous, but has managed to charm many people (without scruples) because he’ll get things done (at any cost). Our country has not been in such a mess in my lifetime and I hate what is happening. Such a hefty lurch to the right.
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