The Illinois emperor favors no bail for the violent
He's a softy in the middle, and more so on crime
From his bullhorn pulpit, he proclaims that we're safe
I'm afraid the land of Lincoln is made of papier-mâché.
He lives in a crystal bubble in a billionaire's den
with state-of-the-art, impenetrable defenses.
He hates the 2A and the working-class men
his weapon of choice is a red-headed commie pen.
His next plan is to mix wildlife into our lives
like lions and elk and black bear... oh my.
He's caved to the lobbyist and tree-hugger friends
while playing with his snubby under a wooden desk...
But the citizens of Cook County keep voting him in; he bribes them with freebies and slaps them on the wrist.
I am me… In my own softy way…
I do not want to be pampered…
But I do want to be looked after…
I do not want to be controlled…
But I want to be understood…
I do not enjoy the taste of tea or the coffee…
But I do enjoy the taste of all the wines…
I do not want to be sounded by the building..
I but do love a night in a jungle once in a while..…
I do not like to smoke cigarettes but
I am okay to smoke a shot of weed if that is fine..…
My heart belongs to all the animals..
Because Relationships have made me tight..
I fall in love with every single art...
I am not searching… I am not wanting…
I am happy the way I am for the day…
I am Independent.. I am strong…
I am pretty and and I am bold…
Will you understand me when I say…
I may be little different…
But I am me In my softy way!!
2019/06/24
Everyone really knows me
As always being loopy and light
Although I can be serious at times
Silliness usually wins the fight
It's really only quite recently
My happy side has become king
I used to get quite emotional
At the tiniest little thing
Which one of 'em would I rather be
A tiny wee bit of both
The romantic side is warming
But I like my happy side most
Perhaps it's just a cover-up
So my feelings don't get hurt
Joking around, making fun of things
As life throws out some dirt
How many people can really say
They're happy within their skin
Well I hereby make it known to all
I'm the happiest I've ever been
The title describes me to a tee
No matter how hard I try at times
To be tough and manly and masculine
A softie is how I'm defined
Guess it's not always a bad way to be
Cold hearted is sure not this guy
If you're able to read between the lines
That's where this dude resides
Try very hard to always be honest
But it's not always easy to do
Some factors contribute every damn day
To disguise the real you
So call this guy a real “old softy”
That's a real compliment you see
Will keep on spreading the love around
“Jacko The Softy”, that's me!
© Jack Ellison 2015
SOFTLY GOODNIGHT
Surrounded tenderness amid
Endless fragrance of love.
Finger fur-soft on eyelid
Smooth as gossamer glove.
Feather kiss light – flows,
Lifts hair like breeze – slows,
Breathes warm on breast -
My true love’s - at rest .
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