Herein you will find one hundred forty-four little poems. Each has four lines. Each line has four beats.
Most have a pair of rhyming couplets. Four-by-fours. They are meant to be read aloud in some kind of folksy accent. If you can't manage that, imagine them being read by Sam Elliott, Robert Duvall, or Strother Martin. Hell, even Dolly Parton should do. Kriner shares in verse and imagery his memories, observations, political perspective, and dark humor. Most of these poems and images are quirky, cranky, and conservative. Some are downright silly. Others are iconoclastic. A few are sappy and nostalgic. Some of them contain coarse language and mature concepts. Alas. If you are a progressive, a socialist, a communist, a globalist, a leftist, or some other flavor of Democrat, you will not enjoy this book. If, on the other hand, you hate the corruption, perversion, and destruction the above miscreants have inflicted upon the nation, you may find this book amusing.