MAGA America Blues
A down-home town red-neck cracker,
Wearing black -kicking shoes,
Packing heat
chewing gum while drinking beer
and smoking a cigarette
wearing a MAGA hat
stops to chat
with the proud boys
on the street
just another night
in Trump’s neo-fascist America
There once was a girl named Red,
Whose grandma was sick in bed.
She packed up some goodies,
Put on her red hoody,.
And made haste before Granny was dead.
Now Granny lived in the woods,
So Red skipped as fast as she could.
A wolf blocked her path,
So she gave into wrath,
And pummeled the beast where it stood.
Red hastened to her destination,
But to her great consternation,
The wolf had survived,
And subsequently arrived,
And was waiting with much anticipation.
Granny was sitting up in bed,
As she saw the wolf approach Red.
The wolf said "I'm ready to eat",
Granny said, "I'm packing heat",
Then proceeded to fill him with lead.
The wolf was a problem no more,
Which thrilled Red and Granny to the core.
Now Granny, she got well,
And everything turned out swell.
Their story became a part of folklore.
7/13/21
To battle off intruders
I hired a dog named Goober
He came to me packing heat
I think it is a Luger
He's not a German Shepard
Though his collar and holster are made of leather
He graduated Obedience School
Proudly wearing his Letter Sweater
I pay him in dog biscuits
Which cuts down on doing dishes
As we toss ideas around
When problems arise Goober licks it
He came with papers so all could see
Showing he is the best of breed
Also to lay out on the floor
In case Goober feels the need
Goober has been a great asset
All the intruders around here left
In case you feel the need to ask
...Just don't ask the cat
Walking through this hazy motel, I smell the acrid smoke of the opium den hell.
Well lit in my own way, I am packing heat for the demons I will slay.
Writhing and moaning, the bodies I see; Falling in weakness on the floor before me.
Seductive floral scents loom in the air: These beasts are high and they do not care.
Should I say low, for in depression they go; Lost in a see of addiction blindly.
The Den of the Dragon; The one I did slay.
The Den of the Evil One, I suffice to say.
Yet in the den they still writhe: Without a leader: I survive.
Leave the hook in your lip they might say: You will regret the day you fought the Dragon of eternity.
Bulletproof!
This time I'm bulletproof,
able to survive living
under your roof.
Bruises were the proof
of what a man you were,
this time I'm packing heat
so this time I'm bulletproof.
I'll be the quickest draw around,
only that will allow me to
sleep soundly.
I'll be bulletproof
but under my own roof
this time baby!
In case you try to join
me in bed for a little fun,
I've got a special bullet
with your name engraved
on it!
I'll be wearing my special vest,
because I know you'll be trying
your best to get
back between my legs to rest.
This time I'll be bulletproof!
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