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We were told that one man and one woman
was outdated, too old, and passé,
that any two souls were entitled to
the chance to go and have their big day,
and while on the individual scale
those couples are of no great concern to me,
I have to say some doubts still exist
when I scale it up to society.
In nations where birth rates have been dropping
I wonder does it really make much sense
to celebrate a form of union that
can not naturally bring about children?
And how much longer until polygamists
declare that now their situation is fine,
society suffers when spouses and few,
there has to be somewhere we draw the line.
What of the concerns when gays have kids,
via surrogates or adoptions,
we pray that they’ll grow up to be fine folk,
who would wish suffering on little ones?
But then I remember reading the stats
of children raised by single parents,
more drop-outs and poverty is bad enough,
crime and mental illness…higher percents.
Makes me wonder if there’s things we can’t see
double male or double female, who knows?
Kids need masculine and feminine,
and I fear there’s hard paths this might go.
Will there be problems we do not expect?
I guess we will all now before long,
hate to think of children paying the price,
what will happen if we’ve got it wrong?
*Image of Intricate Intelligence by Pixabay.
Influential Traits
Unquenchable chameleons,
a nebulous point occasions,
mull misfits lacking Ephesians,
when solutions are evasions.
A nebulous point occasions,
manifested minds origins,
when solutions are evasions,
thus surrogates their storage bins.
Manifested mind's origins,
insatiable necessitates,
thus surrogate their storage bins,
solace Order of Primates.
Insatiable necessitates,
ambiguities say so long,
solace Order of Primates,
pledges anew wondrous birdsong.
Insatiable necessitates,
mull misfits lacking Ephesians,
solace Order of Primates,
unquenchable chameleons.
2022 May 20
Your boss told you what to believe.
He is tanking badly in the polls.
Still, your boss told you what to believe.
It contradicts all the evidence.
But you’ve let him paint all your images.
You’ve let him create all your facts.
Don’t Read This Poem.
Your boss’s surrogates tell you what to believe.
They are his lip service, his yes men.
Their words belie all the videos and images.
Their brains are hollow vessels hungry for truth.
You’ve let them manipulate your world.
Don’t Read This Poem.
Your boss and his spin doctors control you.
These ministers of propaganda need you to believe.
ICE killed American citizens in cold blood.
They spun this as killings of domestic terrorists.
It is best that you bury your head in the sand.
It is best that you never read this poem.
the Irony meter gasket
is blown again and again
with every statement
of our chaos president
and his endless surrogates
promoting the latest Presidential
on spot guidance by our great leader
that must be true
because our dear leader
says it is so
The President accuses his democratic rival
of being senile and needs to be in home
and will be run by his radical left allies
and the right wing media
echoes the presidential absurd comments
refusing to acknowledge
that the president himself
is rapidly fading into dementia
and his radical right cronies
are looting the government
driving out expertise
even in the midst of pandemic
Oh yeah the irony meters
are blowing gaskets
every single day
Rick’s Big Surprise
Newt hid out in the buckeye state
Nothing tonight added to his slate.
Paul’s grass roots youthful surrogates
Continue quest for delegates
Loss of Liberty is his fear
He slams the fed and wild crowds cheer.
Not much noise from the Romney camp
For on this night they had no amps.
No matter how they spin their grief
Morning found them in disbelief
Nevada did not provide a bump
Nor did the voice of Donald Trump.
Rick pulled off a three state surprise
Populism is on the rise
His crowd has enthusiasm
Frontrunner had painful spasm
Here’s the lesson of the night Mitt
Can’t buy love you have to earn it.
Written after Rick Santorum’s primary and caucus wins in the states of Missouri, Minnesota, and Colorado.
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