Forgive my publishing this poem again, i must...
Submitted by smiley7 on Wed, 08/16/2017 - 8:19pmGranddaughters
As I write, I worry about your futures
cause aspirations of two women, queens to be,
children of presidents,
Ivanka and Chelsea
dominate your playgrounds of artifical turf
lifted by money and the media it affords
seeping into the conscious of millions
overwhelmed by closets of red shoes
They may inherit the crown
Vegas bets so