an unpenned poem

From the river to the sea, the whole land will one day be free — free of all the terrorist factions, and free for people of every religious faith to live without fear of Islamonazism, in all its perverse variations.

Charming and funny as he was in small groups, he was no glad-hander, backslapper, or baby-kisser.

The Chat just made a joke about my poor skillz.