Black and White


I see things as black and white.

Never a hint of grey.

I know that it’s a fallacy.

It gets in my way.

I want to see the margin.

Not deal in absolute.

But it seems like jumping out a plane.

Without a parachute.

If things are not just white or black.

If there is room for grey.

I fear the people will attack.

No matter what I say.

So I sit here growing in the polls.

Trying to make a case.

For┬ásilly things I know aren’t true.

Just yelling to save face.

On Fox I’ll be a superstar.

Without integrity intact.

I’ll win this election, you will see.

They like white not brown or black.