Saturday, November 26, 2016

Election Day

Congratulations
Applause Applause
We finally have a President
With honesty and a cause

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There's a man in the House
Who taunts and teases
His greatest achievement
Is second only to that of Jesus
First the Bible
Then The Art of the Deal
Nothing beats that
Unless you get a free book with every meal
Though he might not know his Corinthians
He's sure it deals with True Americans
Keep those dirty huddled masses
Yearning to be free
No Vacancies here
Unless I can grab your puss..bushy tree

Jesus was an immigrant
With no visa to stay
No right to be there
No ability to pay
Jesus should be rounded up
Based on your own definition
Kicked out
Thrown out
And sent back to his Mission
Better pack up JC
In the back of the van
Employ your circlejerks to show him
The only way they can
Off to the races
Stick close to the fences
(Did you steal those sandals
I have no doubt
Can't trust you people
Always sneaking around)


You shouldn't be poor, you know
(no more)
Don't come around here no more
(no more no more no more no more)

Walls are built to hold those out
Walls are built to hold those in
Does it really matter in the end
If the door swung out or in?







Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Mind Ditty

:)


I lost my mind 2 years ago
I haven't found it yet
I searched within the cupboards
I dug beneath the bed

It seems my mind is hiding
I can't seem to track it down
It wasn't such a brilliant mind
But I'm sad that it's left town

Friday, September 30, 2016

Dash

I live between a dash
Couched between dates
Nothing but a calculation
Subtraction

Of days

Saturday, July 9, 2016

Crush

Crush

I have a crush
His words are like magic
His expression doesn't change
He waltzes in and out of rooms
Leaving emptiness in his wake

I have a crush
I have not met him
And I'm certain I never will
For to break the glass of perfection
Would be the breaking of the spell

Brain

 
I never liked summer.
It made my brain explode
With judgmental light
Of two faced prisms

Never Broken

I never thought I would be so broken to accept the truth of this life.

The Idiot

The Idiot

Do you see that you might be
An idiot
One who pretends
One who mimics
Do you understand that you're a clown
String on a string
You think that makes you special
No.
That makes you human
No.
Try as you might
You dance as they tell you to.