Summertime

Summertime

Summertime and the living is easy. Fish are jumping and the cotton is high. Your daddy is rich and your mommy is good looking. So hush little baby don’t you cry. Then reality sets in. Summer time and the living are not so easy. Jobs have been ousted out of the country due to the fact our industry has found it cheaper to build their factories out of the country where they don’t pay so much for taxes and labor. There are no unions over there. We have been known to fuel our economy on wars. The American public insisted for our boys to come home. Our President was ready to oblige them. All of us thought it would be better for our boys to come home. Now we have a country full of wounded men and women. They are wounded psychology, physiology, and emotionally. How do we deal with that? The fish are not jumping due to climate change. The fish have all gone to the bottom of the sea where it is cooler. The only high the cotton is- the price. There are no more or very few American Cotton Mills; therefore the price of a real cotton dress, blouse or shirt is higher. Your daddy is poor. There are no jobs here in America with exception of the scammers on the internet. Your momma is fat and ugly due to her poor diet. I think she tried too many of those genuine beauty treatments. So little baby it is okay if you cry, cry and cry.
One of these mornings, you will rise up singing. You will spread your little wings and take to the sky. But until that moment, there will be nothing to harm you. You have your mommy and daddy standing by. May we now have a reality check? One of these mornings, you will rise up screaming. There will be nowhere to run. Your mommy and daddy will be running too. But until that moment, you have this crazy political race to deal with. My, what are you going to do? You will do like the Hen do. You will do the best you can do. Ask the crazy Hen. I am not so sure that is a wise thing to do presently. The Hen may suggest for you to go to a dark, dark place where the sun never shines.
All I am saying is; don’t destroy the Hen who lays the golden egg. There is still hope for us as a nation. We can still rise up singing as we soar to the skies. But until that moment, let us not be terrorized by our imagination. We must carry a big stick like a Donald Trump. We must think smart like a Hillary Clinton and we must have the enthusiasm of a Bernie Sanders.
Let us remain watchful and remember it is Summertime

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