Hubris
Pelosi’s Gamble
Playing nuclear chicken with China

Proud Pelosi has something to prove. Napa Nancy fresh from a vineyard nap in the sunny land of milk and money at 80 years old she has a legacy to chase and if it sparks a nuclear war with China, she won’t be around for the apocalypse.
Biden muttering, stuttering, courting Saudi oil with that ironic twinkle in his eye. He will tell you which dictators are the goodies and which are the baddies — a revelation Biden had when he fell off his bike like St. Paul fell off his horse 2,000 years ago.
Yang, 45, wanted UBI, but the DNC already had its horse — more like a mule — in Biden, who they knew wouldn’t touch student debt with a ten foot pole, and who had old experienced fingers which knew which strings to pull, and which lobbyists to please.
So here we are, in Twenty Twenty Two walking a precarious tight rope, with nuclear war on one side and climate change on the other, plagues in front of us, and accelerating debt fast at our heels, waiting to see which eighty-something year old will trigger World War Three.
© Carlo Zeno 2022
This poem was inspired by a news article I read today regarding Pelosi’s dangerous consideration of provoking China by making a political visit to Taiwan.
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