The year of the Reaper vs. The year of Resurgence

I am very honored that Time Magazine has chosen someone from the honorable Reaper family to honor as Person of the Year!

We made it!  We made it through a year where the majority of the 80's died.  Willy Wonka is no longer alive to provide those condescending memes floating around through the Internet.  Princess Leia will no longer be able to help the Rebel Alliance fight the Galactic Empire and Prince will no longer shriek like a girl onstage while he plays guitar.  A billionaire reality TV star is going to be the president in less than a month.  ISIS assholes are burning Turkish Soldiers alive because beheading them with a machete just isn't gruesome enough.

The Grim Reaper did not pull any punches when it came to 2016.  Karma Reaper will not pull any punches when it comes to 2017.  I haven't written "poetry" in years.  2016 was a year that caused me to write the following:

Clandestine

Make them envy your light,

When they leave you in the dark.

Independence threatens them,

That’s how you’ll make your mark.

They join exclusive groups,

Leaving others on their own.

If you can’t join them, beat them.

Be sure to beat them alone.

The Pack fears the Lone Wolf,

Not following unwritten rules.

It’s better to be an individual,

Than belong to a clique of fools.

Find the strength within yourself,

To break out of that shell.

If they don’t like what’s been hatched,

Hell is where they can dwell.

They are nothing without each other,

Which is their primary mistake.

They will make clandestine decisions,

Trying to determine your fate.

You will be labeled a Rogue,

Before the first battle has begun.

They will resent losing the war,

As you lead your army of One.