Dark Side

So, as we sit and contemplate the country's most precarious state the sun reminds of pledges passed and opportunities so vast. So snug we are, so up ourselves have overcome the thought of elves believe in nothing any more and sweat indifference, that whore sent by the devil to sow seeds for stubborn sociopathic weeds. 'A drink now, boy, and move your legs', is it our conscience now that begs lean back and soak it up my friend too soon will come the bitter end. Remember though, you may not see the dark side of the old shade tree.