Seems, now, the problem’s
not guns but video games
and not Dayton… Toledo?
hate
My Struggles
Not to your vile
nature nor to your greedy
ways do I owe my sorrow.
~
I revolt myself,
every time I wish you ill,
yet I can’t refrain.
Charity or Wisdom
Listen Up, you grey old goat!
Your racist ways are history.
Does that hate not sere your throat?
That grossly overt bigotry
never fails to offend
younger,
compassionate,
thoughtful men.
But since we’re here within this lodge,
I’ll try to muster up some grace,
abide the precepts of wiser men
and curb my urge to pulp your face.
I’ll maintain regard unconditional
despite your beliefs, so unlovable.
Sharp Serrated Sarcasm
“You damned liberal!
I’ll bet you LOVED Obama!”
“You would lose that bet.
He was too conservative.”
Thrill to hot coffee spit-take.
The Morning After
When cheers subside
And mournful sobbing ceases,
All that remain is more mess.
Heartless Hatred Mindless Mendacity
Some Christians might want
to review what Jesus said
for them to be and to do.
~
Some Christians don’t care
what that bastard had to say!
After all, he was a Jew!
No Encore Please
Singing naught of hope,
Neither love nor compassion;
He croons to our baser selves
Ballads of terror,
Hatred and fear and mistrust.
Pray these become his swansong?
Alea Iacta Est
Today, I voted.
Never with greater relief
Nor less enthusiasm.
Make America What?
I have been staying out of most political conversations for months. Today, While I was driving around the county, providing community mental health services to people who would be most negatively impacted by a Trump Presidency, I realized that the Trump campaign signs needed editing to more accurately reflect the affect of his campaign on the state of interpersonal relations in this country. When I got home, I decided to make my feelings on this subject crystal clear by designing this postage stamp.
Awaiting December
That is it!
I’ve had enough!
I throw this paper
In disgust!
The only news that it contains
Is vile dreck that I disdain!
I’m hiding out
From folk with guns;
Just call me when
December comes?
Camouflage
All too often now
This, once majestic, banner
Serves as callous camouflage
For ice-cold greed and flaming hate.
Senryū 19 Jul 2016
Oh blessed silence
Coming from my radio!
Turned off politics.
Bleak Black Mood
Today I wear black
Not in solidarity
For any fashionable
Cause, not in support
Of any special interest,
Just in grief at where we are.
A Wise Word Alla Machiavelli
As we near this election date
The rhetoric’s sure to nauseate.
Pundits’ll scream and act irate
Spewing their vitriolic hate
Convincing us the hour’s late;
“Barbarians are at the gate!”
This corruption of the third estate
Will never keep this nation great.
Demagogues and Politicians,
Pay attention to your positions.
Yelling loudly and with conviction
Will not make a fact from fiction.
And what you risk in the next election
Is a widespread citizens’ defection.
