January 2025
It is January.
It has always been January.
It will always be January.
Now is the January of our discontent.
Made wintry by soul devoid.
It is January and Los Angeles burns.
It is January and it snows in Pensacola.
It is January and the news is flailing.
It is January and the news is failing.
It is January and the news is ailing.
It is January and the news is news no
more.
Once more unto the ice, dear friends.
We close the month with our frozen
dead,
Buried in slush beneath a river of
lies.
It is January.
It has always been January.
It will always be January.
Even when February comes,
It will always be January.
We will always remember January 2025.
--John A. Magee
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