Transcendental Sonnet #821:
In the Middle of the Night
I am all alone in the middle of the night
Only the madmen and you and I are waking
Republicans sleep laureled in their sense of right
The rest of us suffer as our hearts are breaking
Tonight Dick Cheney with his enormous round head
Is comfortably ensconsed in his elegant bed
While I would be in the gutter now if only
They had their way so to say today and lonely
But they were not able to steal it all from me
Not my pension telephone nor my destiny
I was all alone in the middle of the night
When destiny called on that telephone to me
I have been enthralled since then and I love to be
With you sweet Silke as we struggle toward the light
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+Steven Curtis Lance
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