Why Would Anyone Buy A Tesla And A MAGA Hat
Why would anyone patronize Elon Muck?
Muck rode the coattails of his friend Donald Duck
Muck and Duck went up the hill
To serve us a bitter pill
Their fascism has left the country horror-struck
Muck's shaking of the tree, and kills the forest
His cleaning of the house affects the poorest
He's slashing a sword at regimes
And sending our country downstream
Muck pulls puppets strings, and Duck's the daffiest
connie pachecho
2/16/25
When my chef son came home from the navy
He wanted to make Thanksgiving gravy
And would like to process
A live Turkey they’d bless
And then sought out his farmer friend Davy
Well he then went on his way to the farm
Since we thought that he could not do much harm
And he gave us his word
That he’d pick a nice bird
And then come home with it under his arm
While he was out we joked of Navy lore
Of how they must make so much food galore
Then we heard a large truck
And were then horror struck
Seeing a wheelbarrow come through our door
Loaded with turkeys right up to the top
Pushed by my son who said ‘Here they are pop’
Then the next wheelbarrow
Shot in like an arrow
Filled with gravy made with all of the slop
That Dark Day, Our Childhood Castle Was Felled
Deed was dark, day of its felling
deafening that mighty crash!
Tragic this tale of the telling
thoughtless men, acting so rash.
Where rests now, its flying hordes,
winged weary and storm attacked?
Hammer and nails will pierce its boards
another forest gem ransacked!
Horror struck, sight of destruction
young lad, heart was thus impaled;
needed wisdom, life's instruction
on why sincere prayer had failed!
Mighty oak, child's treasured friend
taken, slain as if not alive,
yes, said - all things come to this end
greed is gold, for its luster strive.
When death invades, innocence lost
will such deep scars ever heal?
Can gold thus gained, justify cost
when a child finds heart break real?
R.J. Lindley,
May 25th, 1977
Note- (Poem was inspired by the (1968) cutting down of our childhood castle, swing and climbing kingdom of childhood fantasy). My younger brothers and sisters cried..
Forest behind our home was being timbered out for its dollar value in its old,mighty and majestic oak trees.
Although land was owned by others, children see such gems when so loved as their own..
A flame igniting a flamboyant amber,
foaming water shot through the air,
people on the streets sharing fear,
as the smoke spilled into their eyes,
humid breeze carried the cries,
as the blackness from the smoke filled the skies,
Company Number Two was the last to arrive,
then the horror struck,
penetrated the heart,
visions of sorrow ripped it apart,
A blizzard of eyes stared at the sky,
as a child walked on the roof,
and not ready to die,
apparently was trapped inside,
frustration and anger had its fill,
as each face that looked up was frozen with chill,
as the harsh reality set in,
and the flames punished the building,
knocking the child off,
everyone watched as the child seemed to fall in slow motion,
but through all the mess, and the commotion,
it was Company Number Two who reacted,
They saved the child from the fall,
a life spared and proud emotions standing tall,
as everyone gathered to wish the child well,
then there was a mystery, a strange story to tell,
everyone turned to thank the firemen who knew exactly what to do,
but when they looked around,
there was no Company Number Two.
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