New TCBH! poem: 'Fishing the Red Herring'

We were at Shelby’s at the bar and Jeff,

Who was watching Fox News,

Slams down his empty bottle

And says,

I’m so sick of hearing about damn red herrings

I’m going to catch me one.

Is anyone with me?

A chorus of Ayes and Aye captain!

Jeff’s boat had just come out of dry dock.

We all knew it was just an excuse

To get out of painting his basement,

But we were all on our third or fourth brew

And it didn’t take much.

So we were going to catch some red herring!

We’re all Bernie-supporters and

Were buoyed by his recent wins in the primaries

And the appearance of the sparrow

At his Portland rally.

As I say, it doesn’t take much.

The seas were heavy and white-capped

As soon as we cleared the jetty.

If it was just the lifting and rolling

It wouldn’t have been a worry

But the wind was gusting from the southeast.

Never a good sign;

Even I know that.

Occasionally we would get nailed

And the boat would shudder.

But Jeff was really enjoying himself,

So we all just sat tight and took the occasional

Sting of the spray as a badge of honor.

We were on a mission

And Jeff had warned us

It might be a little choppy.

It was now or never.

Bernie needs us.

The press was equating him with Trump.

Hillary was painting herself

As the best bet against a Trump run.

There’s a red herring, because the Republican Party,

Will self-destruct if or before

Trump gets the nomination...

For the rest of this new poem by resident poet Gary Lindorff in ThisCantBeHappening!, the uncompromised, collectively-run, five-time Project Censored Award-winning online alternative news site, please go to: www.thiscantbehappening.net/node/3114