Our bodies work just like machines
Without a warranty.
To know how long each part may last
We have to wait and see.
Certain joints may need replacing
And, through surgery or meds,
Organs may require assistance
So we’re not stuck in our beds.
As we age we may not be prepared
To face the well-known fact
That in older bodies, all the parts
Do not remain intact.
Thus we jerry-rig the wires
And replace the triple A’s,
Hoping that will be enough to help
Extend our waning days.
Categories:
rigging, body,
Form: Rhyme
Are we not our graves digging,
With the keenest interest in rigging,
The first to be buried our image;
“To Electoral Franchise: Savage?
Are we not behind greatly lagging,
When the Neutral Press we keep gagging,
The next to be silenced Plain Truth;
A despot imaged as today’s Ruth…
Often, the time to befriend hell’s thugs,
Remember they don’t need your hugs,
Lover of carpets you take to rugs;
Very few things could say ‘No’ to Drugs…
Election rigged is a virgin raped,
Never count it that you have escaped;
In the robes of Molester draped;
Don’t expect a future well-shaped.
Categories:
rigging, fear, people, political, violence,
Form: Rhyme
racing wind ignores clothes
freezing thoughts in sudden pain
ignored for stubborn gain
Categories:
rigging, seasons,
Form: Haiku