Is there no place to cast my eyes and look
Without the mug of the felonous crook
Ranting til he turns red
What was it that he said?
"I couldn't care less!" The attitude he took
He doesn't care if his tariffs raise prices
Obsufcation is one of his devices
Scooby Dubious is he
People are blind not to see
Vengeance is one of his many vices
It's Trump this and Trump that. Enough. Good grief!
Aleve, please. My headache needs quick relief
It's attention he seeks
With greediness he reeks
Dictator Donald: Kommandant in Chief
Americans are rising in revolt
Some in the party have started to bolt
In scandal he's basking
And many are asking,
"How ya like him now, that dictating dolt?"
The day I left
A true surprise
As you sat in a tub
soap suds in your eyes
I've called your mom and dad
And am going there to stay
until my mom arrives
whose currently on her way
You couldn't ,wouldn't ,believe
As you squinted through
Eyes you tried to aleve
You said ,"you know
There's no coming back,
If you decide to
Choose this track"
What burst from me
A laugh of glee
Though neither could believe it
I was finally free
After years and years
Of fighting this fight
I quietly threw in
the towel that night
While you had come to think
no level
Could you sink
that would ever have me feeling this numb
No anger,or fear
Nor holding as dear
to a place of peace
I'd succumbed
with a voice Paced and low
and devoid of dread
I looked you In the squint
And purposely said.......
Why would I ever do that ?
We always have enough choice
When a new day begins
To complain of pain, or give voice
To hope, mother that wins?
I did not give in to Mr. Groan
In USA I bought ALEVE (when pain had grown)
Magic in a pill, borrowed from Aspirin
I now have tonic drops in milk (south African)
FACT: the tonic told me by WENDOLENE is: BALSEM KOPIVA
Politics and hate
Are all we seem now to create
We no longer appriciate
We only choose what to debate
Humans no longer choose love
Or worship gods from up above
We worship those who push and shove
that's what are morals are now made of
Now we are taught that we must follow
They feed us **** and make us swallow
They fry our brains until they're hollow
And we're just left with pain and sorrow
We need a new start a brand new dawn
No longer can we be their pawn
We must be re-born from deer to fawn
Until their power over us is gone
Together this we can achieve
Only if we all believe
And pain and hurt we can aleve
And then we will no longer grieve
a one-line senryu advertisement
sunrise business as usual Aleve-iated
Coffee drinkers everywhere
Will know just what I mean
When I describe my symptoms
If I don’t get my caffeine.
On those rare times I skip my brew
For reasons I can’t fight,
A headache gathers kindling,
Just waiting to ignite.
With stubbornness and fortitude,
It builds a towering pyre;
And when the pounding’s at its peak,
It sets the pile on fire.
A headache of such magnitude
Just laughs in Advil’s face.
Aleve and Bayer also cave,
Retreating in disgrace.
The only cure that works for sure
Is coffee, hot and strong.
With just one sip, I know those flames
Will not be burning long.
By summoning the caffeine hose
To douse that headache’s rage,
I manage to control the beast
And lock it in its cage.
And there it shall remain unless
I miss my morning fix;
‘Cause headaches like today’s I need
Just like a ton of bricks!
I tell lies. They come easily.
Just in conversation they come out.
I don't lie about big things --
I don't want to get caught.
I tailor them to the person I tell them to
just to not have to disagree.
I told an 80 year old woman today
that I prefer Tylenol to Aleve,
but the truth is I can't swallow pills.
Still, the biggest lie is one I tell myself
when your face pops up in my thoughts
I say I'm not thinking of you.
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