Greetings and Salutations Bright Steemian Multiverse!
I apologize for my extended absence, life has become it's usual hurricane of events, thus pulling me away from this glorious place of expression for a short time.
The other day, I had the unfortunate pleasure of listening to a debate on gun control via our local news channel. I heard these opinions and those opinions and then I thought thoughts, felt feelings, and formed opinions on listening to these people's opinions.
A poem about listening to Opinions through a description of smell:
Inspired by our constitutional rights:
Stinky Cat Boxes
The Aroma Fills My Nose
As If I Were Strolling Through A Pasture of Cows
Through A Methane Fog On A Warm Summers Eve
The Passing Smell That Waft From Shit
Opinions
Blessings !
~Ophiel
