Clowns Among Children

We are a sad face

To listen to our squeal

We can never erase

Such a psychotic wheel

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They play their stupid games

Each one cruel as another

Doesn’t matter their aims

Just a hypocritical bother.

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I wonder what they imagine

when fear is a constant knock

Across the pond the whine

of wives in superficial frock.

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Is this a nation that truly leads

Or are we only as callous

As the earth we cultivate weeds

That such a freedom is us.

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People die yet they don’t listen

What can they possibly think

A nation that whose only mission

To weigh in such juvenile ink.

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Perhaps in time we cannot allow to forget

The natural pain and angst they beget.

Sanity Left The Room

Seems we’ve whittled ourselves down,

there’s a bit of sadness in the air,

the pundits are introducing nameless figures,

afraid to give any more attention to hypocrisy.

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I woke up today with a bit of a frown,

though I did always think Jeb! a dare,

He held to his principles always ahead of fixtures,

This man not a conservative republican simple heresy.

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He was the man that represented our office,

his values steadfast, his demeanor grim,

yet a certain panache of integrity he always shows

I am saddened even though his direction I shant go.

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Instead, we’re forced to hear words in orifice,

the sort we laughed at in a year of whim,

now the world in all its bigotry has begun a glow,

seems the monster wakes the dead this we truly know.

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I’m torn to understand what is best for our country

Faced with a national crisis we hear candidates paltry.

Heads Explode

When the summer air dries the mind,

while the human condition  becomes designed,

to employ an ideal,

to suggest we steal

each other’s value for the benefit of our own

each mannerism, gesture from where found unknown.

We only benefit by the knowledge of truth

as that reality slides we belong long in the tooth.

He wanted to take over the centerstage,

he took a walk cognizant of age,

the public suggested he was the one

he was the sort of person we’d hope had won,

but the world came crashing down,

he suddenly just wore a frown,

nobody could see it really coming when it happened,

this was and easy route he thought, so his write’s penned.

We will have you ready,

in every manner steady

to full the people with crisp harsh criticisms,

so brutal we’ll have to revisit our own isms.

I want to be your guy,

look at me so sly,

yet now I’m here standing near the crest of the mountain,

seems a lovely day to go searching for the perfect tan.