.
when i look at hern
there'z noth'n than
my selfish
blush
when i touch hern
her benefic ignites mine man
flush
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Never say never
It could happen
It could not
Committed to
Non-commitment
Vocalizations stuck on
Silence
It's enticing?
It's inciting
Riots
Put your President
Behind bars
Unlocked my cage
Set me free
Free to roam
In the predator's enclosure
Your enticements are incitements
a momentary incite
passion tempered
is not passion cold
but merely saved
for he who is bold
enough
to see with clearest sight
her fearless soul.
Incite A Big Riot
A big riot he always seems to incite
And so to our party shall not invite
Much better person could chose to be
Some person normal like you and me.
Have soft, smooth voice and will smile
Never putting our patience on trial
That does by his each word and sound
Continually confuses and does confound.
He does drop in with his huge big plane
May mention many things that are mundane
And we must make the usual assumption
Another example of conspicuous consumption.
What does he now want from us this time?
Being big Billionaire and us without a dime
Is absolutely no way we can relate to you
No way he can make our dreams come true.
Hillary voted to have in our lives instead
Even if her husband likes to stay in bed
So this poem of mine to you have sent
Thanks for making Hillary next President.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Spent some time learning solely out of spite
Trying to prove my brain had unlimited gigabytes
Looking for any chance to sling a slight
Anxiety ridden, deep down filled with fright
Angst's a funny thing when you can't see it's site
Probably cause my father thought I was just alright
"Sensitive", and that's me being polite
Incite, took me sometime to grasp that insight
Hindsight, I'm happy for the plight
It helped me see the light
There's a garden beyond wrong & right
I'll meet you there, this is a formal invite
I've always thought childhood is unfair
Taught so much before I could really think
Woke up scared if I forgot my prayers
This is the blood of Christ, take a drink
Think ill parent more like Laissez-faire
Teach them how to think, not what to think
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