I'm mad as hell
I thought I had it in the bag
But this leftie groundswell
Throws in an unexpected snag.
The Media blab my name
Gorges on the outcome
They shout it's me you have to blame
To the beat of their usual drum.
DeSantis isn't helping
The guy needs worship at my shrine
I'm the one who did the selling
Kudos for his win should be all mine.
As to my wife her instincts proved so wrong
Dr Oz was clearly not a match
For a muddled guy who simply came on strong
And that unexpected win did snatch.
Another curve ball in my life
I'm sick and tired of all this tripe
While I'm great at handling strife
I so detest such lousy hype.
Still today's another day
My foes should know me well by now
I'd suggest they start to pray
As through their fields of hope I'll plow.
Run I will and watch me swing
I'm a winner through and through
My bark and bite will sorely sting
And if all fails, I'll simply sue.
Categories:
leftie, humor, leadership, political, power,
Form: Quatrain
Leftie I was and leftie I be.
I never watch stupidity on reality TV
Except Married at First Sight
Which gives me delight
I am a hippie, a gypsy, a faerie, I flee….
From those who have absolute ideas, for they frighten me.
My ideas are flexible,
I am a listener, and a jumper.
I jump from this to that easily,
Fearful of the thumpers and stumpers.
I am the most liberal liberal I know, and I know many for sure
I have over fifteen hundred Facebook followers, so eclectic and pure.
I run from those who want me to believe in their ways
I follow my heart, and my spirit guides, dancing through my days.
My spirit animals are there, I am open to empaths galore.
They are my kind of people.
Absolutists I abhor.
I do not hate anyone, or want anyone to have any harm.
Love is the key I think, it is part of my charm.
Categories:
leftie, me,
Form: Prose Poetry
Maximilien was bored with being a match.
His mirror twin was deemed an adorable catch.
We all want a leftie, the prissy slippers said.
He figured that already, they were not right in the head.
His mate McMiggle was the handsome one.
He had not had oil poured on his toe for “fun”.
His leather was shiny, his laces were tight.
Sexy black stilettos asked for McMiggle every night.
Do you ever go separate directions? A sultry voice asked.
He saw a delicate ballerina slipper, who was Covid-19 masked.
She had the most adorable laces, and she was pretty and pink.
He pushed his twin in the lake that night, and away they did slink.
Where is your mate? Her owner asked the slipper with disgust.
He saw the oil-stained man boot and put his nose up at the dust.
The slipper and the boot ended up in the trash together.
They keep warm cuddled up in a dumpster during all kinds of weather.
Categories:
leftie, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Personification
are you a rightie
or a leftie
i'm not
talking
politics
relegion
turn signals
or decisions
it doesn't matter
what makes you
tick since i'm
ambidextrous
but not a
jekyll or
a hide for
certainly not
a phd
merely
a ba but
better
then
a bs
yet i often
butt my head
and try to think
ba ba black sheep
which i was the
family one
but
my
wool has made
some wonderful
comforters
Categories:
leftie, muse,
Form: I do not know?
Yes, I’ve done it once again
Removed a seeping cancerous pain,
Soleimani’s dead and gone,
The devil’s agent, the Ayatollah’s pawn.
Long the source of all things bad,
Few if any should feel sad,
If his passing caused a stir
His gruesome end aimed to deter.
Now a martyr for their cause
They’ll build him up like Santa Claus,
With waiving arms and raucous shouts
The world will see they’re no boy scouts.
My daring deeds on show once more,
They surely number by the score,
A man of steel and firm resolve,
Heaven sent to problems solve.
Yet the Media still won’t say
How great my feats are every-day,
A bunch of losers, leftie goons,
Their brains the size of shriveled prunes.
They’re now all worried by the path
Iran will take to show its wrath,
Bring it on and stand aside,
While I help our missiles glide.
If my message isn’t clear
To those that neither hear nor fear,
Mess with us and watch the show
As we make your backyard glow.
Categories:
leftie, anxiety, humor, parody, patriotic,
Form: Quatrain