Count Your Blessings, Or Just Wait
When you’re counting God’s gifts
Do you use just one hand,
Or are both hands not ever enough?
And does life never goad,
Standing there by the road
As your brain whispers “Things are so rough!”
When a head light finds you,
Do you freeze like a deer?
You could use its occasion to run!
New “life” frozen on wall,
Immortality's yours,
Your “points” trophy of narcissist’s gun!
Think you haven’t a choice?
Weren’t you given a voice?
Did you just stay at home and not vote?
Deer can slay hunters too!
Tell me what you will do?
Why not give him both barrels, just quote!
You could poison the roots
Of the buffoon’s beanstalk,
Watch the giant's neck break in the fall.
Or just throw him in jail,
Putin’s boy toy revealed,
A great outcome, endearing to all.
Long Tooth
February 12, 2017
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