I keep waiting for the roof to cave in. I was raised to follow the Golden Rule, you know, treat people the way you wish to be treated. That's kind of the way I live my life. Maybe someone up there likes me for that.
A poem records emotions and moods that lie beyond normal language, that can only be patched together and hinted at metaphorically.
If you want to be angry at Gore, be angry at him for not fighting harder in Florida.