His rants will our freedom stifle
The lives of others a trifle
The lies Trump expounds
Sound like lethal rounds
Shot from Don's mouth like a rifle
Of course, there will always be that one
that leaves a smoking hole in your being,
a wound from a bullet
that was mistaken for love.
It is chastening to know that
that special person has quite forgotten,
nor will even note
your long disappearing trick.
More importantly, you now realize,
that it was you
who shot yourself.
shooting aimless blame
careful how you love yourself ~
cupid’s boomerang
rooftop pigeons
admiring their handiwork
that hit the spot
John G. Lawless
©7/27/2018
Trapped inside an endless hell
I cry myself to sleep
Tho trying not to weep
I somehow always fail
Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall
I live in constant fear
Each season of the year
I'll see my mother-in-law
She always sits there staring
No matter what I do
Her look will pierce me thru
With her constant nosey glaring
Her teeth are always falling out
And landing on the floor
I just cant't take it anymore
It makes me wanna shout
Time has come for her to go
But she will never die
There is no reason why
She's growing old too slow
So I'll hang her picture on the wall
And stab her in the heart
For now with just a dart
Farewell dear mother-in-law
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