True enough for me.

I could be the American or maybe Doctor X? I always seem to pop up somewhere due to the internet, though likely just a woman who knits around cats.

Loved and fighting for more.

In politics all is blood and it often means nothing, so the soup is fit for goblins, they hide below the rants, in caves for guns to store, and the finger pointers, the scapegoats, con men, and nothing peoples.

All good things for you, the sky and the moon, as the night collapses upon the room, much to do, have some tea, some wine, a good time, never.

I came, I saw, and walked away.