It is 62 and cloudy-rain predicted tomorrow...
The frantic attempts to redefine
Boston’s bombing were in error-
It is no matter how polyonymous,
The “real” word is still terror
Those who believe driveby media
And those blissfully unaware
Are part of the mooing masses
Who never seem to really care-
But take their bread and circuses
To awaken them from their dream,
And stop handing out the koolaid
If you want to hear them scream
A+++
Another fine poem!