When everyone arrived…
No one took a stand,
Or grandstanded with command.
And pitiful were responses
That reprimanded!
Our children might be out of order!
But it is the adults restricting themselves
To be diaper changed!
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Watch my back?
To watch ‘my’ back?You’ve always been there…For ‘me’?Do I have FOOL printed on my forehead?‘No!Why would that be on your forehead?There is no room.It looks as if SUCKER has been branded on it!Who did that? ‘
Tease those with the least…
Feed them greed to tax!Sit back and watch them display dysfunctions.And keep them addicted to that.Make that part of a lifestyle to achieve.With the spreading of misfit behavior…And solicit to award as if the worst of it,Are indeed opportunities!Bombard everyone with a variety that is not needed.And manufacture this with hype that is marketed…With a…
Too much truth,
Expresses realism,Felt and stripped of fraud.Includes what is and eliminates what isn’t.Unless, of course…Someone expresses remorse.Or spent time in recovery…Healing from divorce.Terrorist poetry,Must be avoided at all cost!It threatens a fantasy.Like descriptions of flying horses…Saddled by talking moths!And everyone knows…Moths only sneeze, sniffle and cough!
Does it seem the pettiness of an existence,
With an abundance of it accepted.Issues that have a direct affect on people’s lives…Aren’t nearly as scrutinized,As the color of one’s eyes.Their waist size.Or who they find attractive.And folks are losing their lives…To have these priorities implemented.As needs of a way of life that must be enforced.
By the time their minds begin unfolding…
Of also knowing,The ignorance they manifested…Will provide such a stench,To bring clarity to their eyes as well!Getting accustomed to truth…Is like being slapped in the faceBy a ‘trout’!When all the time,You thought you were fishing for fresh water bass!And then all of a sudden…A mind awakens to guilt,And a polluted thought process!You now see…Had been…
Bag of crisp fish and chips!
But he is not there to be aware…That he ‘is’ these titles given.Nonchalantly he is with this gift,And driven.He refers to himself,As a slave to its dictation!This gift of writing in picturesque verse…Isn’t one he selects to thirst,Or rehearse to reveal to readers.His mind is attached to divine intervention.A gift he cherishes he seldom mentions.Or…