Sometimes things are just too hot.
Lots of news to feel sorry over.
No answers come along.
Just read one bad story after another.
I'm writing in a form like a poem.
I don't feel like hearing rhyme.
Psychological war all around us.
Just there to beat us down.
My van cost lots to fill with gas.
I don't go anywhere any more.
Candidates are debating issues they already have answers to.
They just forgot to share their ideas with the public.
I grabbed my bathing suit and a hoodie.
Packed some sandwiches and drinks.
I may be gone a while.
Time to take that cruise.