Sinecures Poems | Examples

Gramps Fred's Fossilized Rage

No, at ninety-eight you're not a fossil yet, Gramps Fred;
     you still rail against the masters of cruel, crazy wars
          that left thousands of our brave youth abroad dead;

you still roar at the inept occupying city hall sinecures,
     and with your own meticulous counter-computation,
          you tax the tax-men with angry taxpayers' signatures;

I still hear you snarl at every phony insurance agent,
     and expose the shady tricks of any pious cheat
          who sounds polite, but with dark motives irreverent;

you fume over some military madness you just read
     and lambast each education department egghead,
          no, at ninety-eight you're not a fossil yet, Gramps Fred !