I am not a crook
just close your eyes, don't look,
these others that surround me make all the mistakes
that's why I don't give, I only secretly take
and if you give me time
there is a leader here to find.
Fake news to the left of me
the base to the right praise me on their bended knees,
and all those in between are democratic lie machines
those deceitful liars are ghoulish revengeful fiends
each tries relentless as they may
but I will never ever slip away, hear what I say.
That one there, he's a crook and a fraud
I speak plain and loud my lack of flaws applaud,
some call me a braggart, a Buffon,
a president to impeach at noon;
check out these others or that one over there
lock him up, lock her up, lock them all, let no one be spared.
Forget the FBI, the CIA, they haven't got a clue
our foreign friends' investigations alone can reveal what's true,
and my republican senate friends who do not speak,
strive in their diligence to keep me out of reach;
I'm above it all, just wait and see, I'm the President untouched
standing above the multitudes who give me their blind trust.
Categories:
buffon, abuse, addiction, america,
Form: Political Verse
The Third Fable
The Third Fable
Depression Session
Everyone has bad days.
CharlaX: The man on the bus: he reads his paper he moves into the light to see
the words
THE OTHER MAN: on the same bus: was hearing his cd player just looking for
the sun to come up over the hill and give its light he keeps staring out the window
to see the sunrise
The many other people: just come and go
The girl: had no gloves her hands was so cold she twisted them like nerves to
keep them warm
The Lady: gave to me a dollar to help me have my ride
Eye had the one the two was now the full day pass.
The Reason: gone for going early the depression halving head again my heart
split in two halves not meaning anything now hurting like the ending of a life
could be my death if not recovered soon could mean the end of life
Mechanical Buffon: eye eat eye try to breathe but not too much eye cry but nothing
left that will come out
And then it's over one more day of life.
Categories:
buffon, depression, introspection, science fiction,
Form: Prose Poetry