I have no beef with your God
(unless it's The Golden Calf)
who they may say
works in mysterious ways
but I take umbrage at those who claim
to speak on his or her behalf
and here's a laugh
'No graven image' was handed down
yet they're here there and everywhere
all over town
On behalf of zionists i am issuing soup
a request.' prosthetic hearts
are needed!
As there are none now real beating..
Withn their cold old chests."
Recently, the President-elect
showed a noticeable lack of respect
when he opined that "Wouldn't it be great
if Canada became the fifty-first state?"
I have a proposal for the President-elect
and forgive me if I am less than circumspect.
Instead of imposing your country on us,
let America become a Canadian province!
That way, all Americans would get universal health-care,
as opposed to your system which is grossly unfair.
And say what you want about our flaws,
but at least we have strict gun control laws.
(And on that point -
although I know you don't care -
mass shootings in Canada
are extremely rare.)
Also, here in the land of Northern Lights,
we have respect for women's reproductive rights.
Yes, Mr. President-elect,
I know my country is not perfect,
but, unlike you,
we know a thing or two,
about respect.
Happy National Dog Day, PS!
Beagle, boxer, poodle, pug,
Airedale, cocker spaniel, terrier,
Shiatsu, pom, or something furrier,
Pedigreed or cur-ish mug,
Dogs make our lives ever so much merrier.
We pick up after, poof, and pamper them,
But, never like our kids,
Do we with the Ten Commandments try to hamper them.
Consider how they often make us break with number Seven,
And other blasphemies they might incur if there were Eleven.
But for all their sins they make amends
With apologetic eyes, and ingratiating grins.
We try holding out, but in the end,
A sloppy kiss, first us then them,
A wag, a hug, and we're best friends again.
if you are not offended
but you know it'll offend a friend
are you not offended
by the offence offending a friend
who is yet to be offended
and knows not of any offence
leaving you the one offended
by that what does not offend
Can one remain calm ignoring violence?
Can angry words have the power to infuriate,
or change minds while they are searching
for those answers too uncertain and chilling?
No quest more alluring than this has plagued
me more ardently since the beginning of doubts;
is fairness another will to be desperately contested?
Is patience a burden or a belief nobody holds?
We all worry about tomorrow and the events it will unfold,
nobody can rely on men's promises; they sound good
until they turn bad swiftly diverging from the right path;
hold a steady grip on your convictions without being a wretch!
Flags aren't banners to settle matters on your behalf,
scream louder and make every wall shake
stronger than a devastating earthquake:
they will hear your plea unless they are deaf!
Lay my head on a bed made of thoughts
Hang my sin from skeletal hangers
My voice to die in dew soaked air
Silence holds head in place
Vision sees beyond my eyes
Taste discovers nothing more
Feelings are all lost unfelt
The place where soul should be found
filled with echoes of words just ended
but still with smile
always felt sympathy for the word behalf
which always seems
not finished
Lay my head on a thought made of beds
Hang my skeletal hangers from sin
My voice to soak in dew died air
Silence hold place in head
Sees vision beyond my eyes
Nothing more to taste
Feelings lost are all unfelt
Still but with smile
on behalf of behalf
Serious things, funny things,
you don't know the good you bring.
You tell me things you'd tell no other.
The right things you say, one after another.
You made me laugh so hard,
I sheded tears of laughter.
I quickly sent you my fond regards,
in hopes I'd see you shortly thereafter.
I'm sorry to hear of you distress.
You must of been in one heck of a mess.
Hands and fingers were not meant to be glued.
How on earth are you to eat your finger food?
You make me smile,
you make me laugh.
You make me feel worthwhile.
You give me all your time and a half.
So I wrote this poem on your behalf.
What right have men to bundle Christmas snow
Who know full well their efforts end in death?
When up comes the sun, seen baking below,
A mis’rable puddle gasping for breath.
Where’s the compassion and holiday cheer
In stabbing an icon with carrot and stick?
Not only once but it’s year after year;
Truly, I tell you, they’ve gotta be sick.
And now this cartoon drawn mocking his fate!
Frosty, hang in there, we’re all on your side.
Tell greedy Fido his playtime can wait,
Arms aren’t attachments so easily pried.
Way beyond wrong, what these tormentors do -
Someone, please help, call the ACLU!
1/15/2017
Submitted for: Silly Christmas Cartoon
You came to me when I was down.
I acted like such a clown.
You’ve turned my life around.
I am left with such astound.
You left with life still to have.
And Now I live on your behalf.
You have no idea, who I am,
however, for you, I'm here, to entertain.
I'm just a mere joke, for you, to mock
to bring forth, more fans, for you, to gain.
Why must I be your target,
what did, I ever do, to you.
To be treated, less than human, like my feelings,
don't count, when only your feelings, then do.
Afraid are you of what you don't understand,
of whom, is different than your very own being.
Still doesn't give you the direct right to make fun,
of those, in life, you don't really want to be seeing.
Wise I become to realize this, and stronger,
in myself, to walk with my head held high.
I have pride and the inner love, of myself,
no matter, what you do, my spirit, I won't deny.
So go ahead, and make a smirk,
and giggle, make a crack, for all, to laugh.
For I know, the shoe, will be put on the other foot,
and you be the joke for someone's own behalf.
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