Cold Sweat

The days of dynamite and gloom are upon us,
pulling out all the dumbness like drunken punches in barroom brawl.
That would be the practitioners of the ancient art of keeping the mind in the gutter and holding the nose high until they try to shower it off.
They made their first appearance in the nightmares of the prophets of the preceding generation.

Weeds of knowledge growing like ginkgo trees on properties the developers would like to rezone.
They love the sound of the backhoes they own.
But they gotta keep the dozers temporarily on hold until the authorities can be sweet talked and if necessary greased, or else hogtied.
An area that looks nothing like paradise , and as they see it, could use a complex of condos with adjacent bank and pizza joint, and enough other conveniences, despite the low dollar, to make it a done deal,
ready to be promoted by an aggressive sales staff.

The days of gloom-sayers and self servers first into the safety net.
You can see it on the news and feel it in your wallet.
Makes you want to go to a GI to get checked out for polyps.
It'd be a distraction from the geopolitical cold sweat.