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America's Dear Leader

Trump wants Ukraine to never join NATO.
To Putin, he'll simply never say no.
He's been played like a fiddle, 
Europe's caught in the middle,
and you can hear the laughter from Moscow.

The Progress

They hate us, and we hate them
We can’t learn and they can’t teach
We disdain and they condemn
The most real deal we reach
Is the postponement of war
That would crush this world to dust
It’s the only way we know
And they know it quite like us
Both sides sometimes come to terms
Both pretend that its ok
But we always make

Eyes Wide Shut

As our gang's led,
We'll stand on the ledge for the show.

We'll bang our heads, 
And then over the edge we'll go.

Cuz they fed us meds, 
And old scraps they dropped below.

There we bled undead, 
With no other place to go!

I'm just starting - in Trump's own words

Everything I've touched has turned to gold,
A feeling that never gets too worn or old,
I savor every moment, every win,
With my opponents stuck in their unsightly bin.

The more they shout and flail their arms,
The more my inner soul it calms,
Their din is music to my ears,
It gives me pep; it takes off years.

My aims are

Indifferent

It is not that I do not care
or your worries that I share
Your problems though they be
are not really about me

Sympathy not much
feelings out of touch
Concern forgive my yawn
angry I feel rather calm

Wrong or right
good or bad
let it be
I am sleepy

So stew on for awhile
I am neutral timid and mild
Maybe a nap and after I

Mouldy Fear Fugue

  
she drinks mouldy fear in morning 
the morning needing vit C vit C
team Alice alliterates twig pieces to be 
to be sprouting green leaves true blue 
sweeping bits onto dustpan hue true  
grit to cubes which only they read heed 
using time making dough row seed
painting faces so cute for pic to

Bad Weather

Politicians are like weather
That is hanging for decades
Cap in hand we’re light as feather
In the storm that never fades
Who would need a politician 
Their household to manage
Yet some do support ambitions
Of the mentally well damaged
Politicians are archaic 
Sick to hear the master’s voice
All jack russells bark in panic
I would never make a choice
Choosing not myself

Curriculum Vitae

They taught us to dissect frogs,
but not the feeling of being dissected.
We memorized the bones of empires,
but no one named the fracture in our own spines.

We wake up with hearts in our throats,
trap ourselves in flickering cages,
Pout like mannequins  in group shots.
We google "how to disappear"
between lectures on resilience.
We draft essays on survival ,
while

Beneath the Gilding

The corrupt officer schemed throughout his years,
Amassing great wealth beyond his peers.
But once retired, his heart did stir,
He dreamed to be known as patriot and social worker.

The social worker preached to keep things clean
Yet dumped the trash where it should not be seen-
By roadside or river the rubbish he threw 
A bitter irony the people

Wow, enough

I'm fed up with the makeup
with the whole facade 
Continuios lies they tell themselves
In an effort to look like they're in control
Trying to stand on sinking sand
without a fondation of truth
Believing to to be smarter or better 
without an once of proof
It won't  end until those 
most effected stand
In hope in common sense they

True Story

Walking in the front door with my sisters in tow, the phone on the sideboard in the dining room started ringing incessantly.  Upon answering the phone, a very determent voice accosted my ear with, ‘You are the lucky winner in our draw to receive a Life Coat makeover for your house—‘
‘This is not my

Autumn

E-gads! I wanted to enter
this contest...now, not an adjective left -- 
Any attempt to describe would be theft! 

Nothing related to do, but visit my mountain kin, 
Jethro and Sue -- having finished my last jug of 
moonshine gin, back I go to family distillers – enjoy 
your crisp leaves and darling speckled colors, ‘tis

Can't Wait

Can't wait
for the rapture.
When the evil people
go up to heaven, and we can
progress.

Picnic at the Paradox

Moe brought a cooler of sanctions,
solar forks, and a map none could decipher.
Larry arrived late, juggling borrowed napkins,
his blanket stitched from debt and belief.
Curly came barefoot, carrying a basket
woven from rainwater promises and expired aid.

They were going on a picnic
a summit of rations and rank,
where ants negotiated borders and
flies whispered in acronyms.

Moe claimed the hilltop,
called

The Money

Some folks just struggle in vain,
stress their nerve and wrack their brains,
wonder if we’re all insane,
when they see us create again.
They ask of visions deep inside,
a hidden genius in our mind,
what inspiration they can find,
and we just look at them and lie…

Because we do it for the money…
lots and lots of money….
yes all of us

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