I'm compelled to view some media, such as,
FAUX NEWS, like an illusion they portrayed.
Since their deception is masterfully crafted,
With multiple diversions . . . & truth is belayed.
As if by magic, they've given an audience,
Tasty morsels of manna, to satisfy heartache.
While they coddle and cradle those of privilege,
And true by definition, it's all FAKE!
Categories:
outfoxed, political,
Form: Rhyme
They probably thought the elders would go quietly.
Everyone over fifty got a pink slip on the same week.
But one was not enough. We also received two emails.
And a registered letter, letting us know we were gone.
This would be our last month. We were terminated.
I attended a union meeting.
Exchanged phone numbers with two other seasoned women.
I filed a completed form with the EOE at midnight.
My boss was visited by two suits from headquarters at nine a.m.
I was outside, and I heard her say something.
One of them turned and looked at me.
Then he said “She looks so harmless and unassuming.”
I smirked. Glad I had gotten those phone numbers from those women.
To file with the EOE you have to have proof it is age discrimination.
Give them the email and phone number of two other sufferers.
I had outfoxed them; that was twelve years ago and I still work there.
Categories:
outfoxed, age,
Form: Prose Poetry
I sent my drone out to do some spying.
She came back and reported a cow lay dying.
I looked at her tape. It was only a goat.
It was taking a nap on my best overcoat.
I sent the drone out again the next day.
She said “I’m eating breakfast. Please go away.”
Outfoxed by a drone and a goat in twenty-four hours.
I feel compromised like I’ve lost all my powers.
Categories:
outfoxed, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Rhyme
As the fox knocked persistently at the gate,
To save his hide ‘fore it’s too late,
The chicken guarding, stood his ground,
For the fox was sneaky he had found.
‘I’m sorry’ the chicken said out loud,
‘I guard this pen to which I’m vowed,
To keep predators like you at bay
No matter what you do or say!’
‘But I will die’ the fox replied,
Though I understand you must abide.
The hounds will maul me, kill me dead
Yet it could easily be you instead.’
‘For the hounds might break down this door,
In a rush to see me on the floor,
Rip you apart limb by limb,
A prospect that is pretty grim.’
The bugle sound was nearing fast,
The fox not having long to last.
But the chicken feared his comrades hide
So the foxes wish he did abide.
With several chickens in his mouth,
The fox left swiftly heading south.
Peculiarly towards the sound
Of the bugle now becoming loud.
The bugler played the hunt cry theme,
As the fox arrived at the scene.
Yet he was not in the least afraid
For the chickens trust he had betrayed.
A bugle placed upon the ground
Saw a vixen happy to be found.
She’d played the horn with all her might
In the silence of that evening night.
Categories:
outfoxed, animal, trust,
Form: Rhyme
He wears the face of an idealist
weaving songs of yesteryear into
an interwoven pattern of inconsolable hearts
He has the smarts of a fox and is quite foxier
in looks
yet, cannot find his match
as he is too quick for the catch
the hunter of love
yet broken by his own bows
he is in fact the hopeless romantic
chasing after what's not there
into greener pastures
Daring to settle for an okay and boring mate
Rushing swirls of fast oblivion
faster and faster time moves on
as boredom stands still
Caught-left to find excitement another way
if it were only the days left to stray
By Susan Mills
Categories:
outfoxed, angst
Form: I do not know?