Losing Time
Days blend together, time's fabric is frayed
I'm a prisoner of my own verse,
Friends lose importance and eating’s past tense,
Things are going from troubled to worse.
Not that successful, poor poet at best,
But the pressure to write presses hard,
There’s no escaping though I push it down,
There are weeds taking over my yard.
Wonder if dinosaurs struggled with rhyme,
It seems clear that it did them no good,
Free verse seems doomed to a similar fate,
Even rhymers are knocking on wood.
Politics likely to kill us for sure,
Trump has studied the lost dodo’s path,
“Build a big wall and we’ll keep the rats out,”
While we lock in the worst psychopath.
Dodo bird even resembles Herr Trump,
Be my guest, just check Google and see,
“Smart as a pigeon,” peacock without tail,
A great emblem for our history.
Long Tooth
July 11, 2016
Copyright © Roof Missing | Year Posted 2016
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