Barely has the dawn
Cracked… And the day’s off racing
To a dusky close.
Barely has the dawn
Cracked… And the day’s off racing
To a dusky close.
Hurry lest the warmth
Escapes from the sheets before
You return to bed
Why should I curb my caustic tongue
When seeing all the damage done
By all your fears and monstrous greed
Harming those in dire need?
All so you can gather more
To bank away so far off-shore
Lest someone else, who has a soul
Exact from you too high a toll
Jeopardizing some distant dream
In which you finally become the cream
Rising high atop the rest
Like life is just some kind of test
To judge just who the worthy are
For us to worship from afar?
Now listen here! You’re just man!
I’ll never be your fawning fan
Nor will I censor bitter word
When faced with statement so absurd
That none with eyes and open mind
Could, therein, some logic find.
And if, by chance, you take offense
Because I choose to look for sense,
Before you sigh, express lament
About the “fools” you represent,
Remember you’re no mighty king
Unto whom we peasants sing,
It’s your desire, oh so fervent
To be elected, OUR public servant!
Like Ben Franklin’s fish,
Political punditry
Really starts to smell
With their vile agenda to sell.
Why should we let them serve that dish?
Drive our country straight to hell?
We should pitch them down a well!
Wouldn’t that be rich?
Yank our nation from the ditch!
Buy us peace? Who can tell.
Arrest your heartless banditry;
Don’t hawk that pap. It’s not for me.
Gotta gird my loins
For bureaucratic battle…
Get my coffee fix
Bright sun and flurries.
Weather! Please! Make up your mind.
It’s fifty degrees!
There’s no climate change!
February? Tornados?
Business as per norm.
When wild winds whip
And the tall timber topples
Swiftly seek shelter
Motorists ignored
Unlikely urban beaver
Dead by the roadside.
Motorists ignored
Unlikely urban beaver
Dead by the roadside.
Patiently pruning
Exposing beauty within
Unruly branches
From her lofty perch
High above my garden path,
She mocks constantly,
Chittering her derision
Upon me at my labors.
Just like trained monkeys
Dancing to the grinders tune,
Here we go again.
Balmy evening glow
Upon the glorious seed
Warms both heart and hearth