Under the Weather

It seems more and more like I'm under the weather I’ve even no business suggesting a change, That my thought's unimportant, my role’s like a feather (Detached and rejected), there's something that's strange! Good friends that I’ve loved in the past say I'm crazy, My politics stupid, my poetry worse, While they dote on a man whose humanity's hazy If Democrat? Most would their praises reverse! When caught in a lie they suggest Trump is joking, Enablers act like they're in on the joke, Though their pants are on fire, they pretend they're just smoking But KKK hate is their new brand of coke! So, what can they do to consolidate power? Mere safety for them means Christ's first one they kill, All His brotherhood crap just a liberal shower Of poo! Compromising be damned (with goodwill!) Al-Qaeda’s the model for Mitchs and Ryans, No virtues to mention, fine casting ‘first stone,’ Anti-Christs in intention, feed brothers to lions, Their sins, though atrocious don’t need to atone. And truth they don’t like they will trash barely looking, If Trump muffs your daughter, he’s just a big kid, Not a privileged predator, goose begs for cooking, "Hey, Mommy! Hey, Daddy! Look! Look what I did!" If Trump pays no taxes, admired predilection, If he breaks a contract, it must be their due, Or colludes with the Russians to win the election, Sour grapes, the Dems wish that they’d thought of it too! One’s ill who projects his worst sin on his brother, Deranged if my sin means you even the score, The more loving approach is to confront the other, A covert attack is to knock on death’s door! Long Tooth July 6, 2018