Hatred

Yesterday, I was fully prepared to openly admit that the Orange Man finally said something that made sense when he stated that the Justice Department would investigate and prosecute any persons found guilty in the tragic death and injuries that occurred in Charlottesville.

But, just as I was about to hit the post button, his childlike nature stepped forward once again and erased the final glimmer of hope I had for his redemption. This man’s ego just will not let him keep his mouth closed and unfortunately for the world, every time it opens, more of his ignorance pours forth.

America, I beg of you, can’t you now see the pure stupidity and moronic values that we have deemed fit to call the leader of our country. It should make no difference if you are Republican, Democrat, Independent or ‘I just close my eyes and make a mark’, the truth should now be apparent. There is no shame in admitting it. We made a mistake and now the fate of the world hinges on the ability of an unreliable congress to keep the insane Orange Man from doing the unthinkable just because someone told him he couldn’t have another cookie.

Hatred

You skulked down the hidden backstreets of rationality, peering through the keyholes of human decency and crawled in through the sewers of thought to whisper your name to the unsuspecting innocence, filling them with the fear of discontented oppression.

“We are America, Fuck You!” was your battle cry and the naive jump aboard your pretentious parade. Fake news… fake hair… FAKE TRUTH! Maybe we should have ‘read YOUR lips’.

Wall them out… or wall us in…that is the question.

Oh yes, my dear friend William… we are truly suffering the slings and arrows of outrageous buffoonery. Do we now take up arms and light the battle fires of resistance.

Or do we sleep… perchance to dream.

We must be careful what we dream for.

Fire and Fury

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Will we see fire

Death and pain

Fall from the fingertips

Of the insane

 

Will we get tweets

Of our own destruction

From a man whose mind

Is on permanent malfunction

 

If you’re searching for truth

You’d better not ask

The man hiding behind

His bright orange mask

 

What we do this day

Can never be undone

The ropes we let bind us

Can never be unstrung

 

And yet we will still

Praise his name

Don’t worry about it

There’s always someone else to blame

 

Bad Kids

My friend wasn’t a bad kid

Bad kids stole money from their mom’s purse

Bad kids did hard drugs

Bad kids had unprotected sex

Bad kids always got into fights

Boys will be boys, my friend said

His son only smoked a little grass

He only painted a little graffiti

He only drank a little beer

On his way home from a party

He only crossed the white line a little bit

But his girlfriend is more than a little dead

Because he wasn’t a bad kid

 

Progress

Progress is never what it seems. It hides behind the mask of deceit. Progress always means change…change means money… but it’s always money for someone who has never had to live with the changes that progress has left them. Anytime you hear that they’re going to do a thing in the name of progress, you can bet that it’s just another way of saying, let’s take what’s beautiful, or intricately crafted, and turn it into something sleek, streamlined, cold…and ugly. Without warning progress will rip the heart from of a place and steal its innocents. It will pull the beauty from everything it touches and leave in its wake a crippled used up shell of what it once was.

Seeking Fame

Don’t be deceived

Glory, fame or wealth

Cannot save you from death

Certain sorrow will be cast at your passing

Your family and if you’re lucky

A few good friends

Will morn you

But their grieving will be short-lived

With each turning season

Their memory of you will fade

Soon, no thought of you remains

Just another cold grey stone

In a field of stones

Will mark that you existed