Good Morning Monday. All weekend long MSNBC rode a reliable pony
of facts that tack the Trump Campaign to colluding with Russian cronies.

Yep. It felt like a bad dream that kept being re-told.
Tho, the importance of rebroadcasting was to save America’s soul.

She’s killing herself with a 45 because she selectively isn’t woke.
Her skirt is up, others can see her butt,
and her coffers are going for broke.

Yes-yes! A well-cultured democracy is certainly best,
but will Helsinki find our rep with his cards too far from his vest?

International eyes remain on the West
as we hoard-up our borders and mistreat refugee guests.

Our allies are worried –tho not as much as Americans should be.
My God, what in the world is happening to our democratic legacy?

Good morning Monday, did you hear me? Your democracy is at risk.
This is not a time to wrist-flick wrine and remark “Tsk-tsk-tsk.”

You are not Fish Mooney and this isn’t Gotham City,
still what’s happening to us at this hour is a remarkable pity.

Where is P-Diddy to Harlem-shake this off? Oh, he’s calling himself Love?
Well, where is Love, the productive Harlem thug?
This country needs a song to incite a wake-up hug.

Okay, truth be told, I’m just looking for a new jam.
Every day for the last year and a half I wake up to Morning Joe saying, “Damn!”

Clearly, I am paraphrasing
but every report seems to suggest that the admin is crazy.

Hm. Are you nodding off on me, Monday? There is no time to sleep.
That’s why MSNBC spent the entire weekend rebroadcasting from last week.

I get it and it still resembles a nightmare.
Good morning Monday, I’ve got caffeine to spare.

We have got to VOTE, people! Before it’s ever-loving too late.
Vote your interest and less for collages on Pinterest;
In our hands rests our fate.

Let’s not allow sleeping heads in Congress to sell our democracy away.
Rise up and become awake right now and remain woke every day.

Good morning Monday, I’m so glad that you’re here with me,
I’m Qui
With intentions to wake as many as can read to comprehend this Griot tea.

Indeed, I need you and you need me…

Let’s stick a solid landing; WE MUST land on our feet.

VOTE.