There was time in my life when I thought I could be the next Lenin. A statesmen, a writer, and a leader? What’s not to like? Who was to say I couldn’t be a triple threat like him? But I’m too unprofessional to be a professional revolutionary. And Lenin didn’t have to put up withContinue reading “When Trump Was President I Thought I Could Become The Next Lenin (poem)”
Repost of a poem about the accountants who carry red umbrellas.
A poem for accountants with red umbrellas.