Everyone and Everything

Was trembling of the Beast

He’d rip you up

Pull out your gourds

And settle in for his Feast

For all the Winter Trails

His Name avails

As the Traveler to meet Least

So with open eyes

And in Great Peril

I must Surmise

I packed my Guns to leave

I went on Safari for my prize

To the Lands that hold the Green Monster

East

Blood chilled cold!

Upon first Sight

Was filled with Fright

But was Astonished

At what I did See

The Green Monster Beast

Fixed his great eyes on me

My first defense was to cry out!

For a Priest

It was then I realized

With great surprise!

It hadn’t any teeth!

Blinding fear!

Had completely left out

This possibility

https://diggypoetry.etsy.com

The incredible shooting display put on by “Sir” Jack

Teaches a basic tenet of basketball that remains still

You can expand your game from the outside

And considerably broaden your skill

With accuracy you can keep defenders off-guard

You can shake ’em or hit one in their grill

By working the game outside-inside

You can score on any defender at will

 

Hey Donald, what’s next!

President Barack’s library card?

Ya Big Blowhard!

Reminds me of the little boy

Who shouted in everyone’s ear

Anyone who could hear

That the town’s sheep

Were being preyed upon by a beast

The Boy who cried Wolf

Found none to listen to his story

I’m sure if we could put together a National Jury

Since we cannot put you to the Rack

We’ll take you to the National Forest and let you tell your stories

To the Local Wolfpack

Instead of a little boy

Telling white lies

About the dangers for his sheep

We get the spoiled musings

Of a thrill-seeking billionaire?

Who just comes off

As a National Commander-in-Creep

There once was an old miser from Queens

In the night the old coot kept the burger joints cleaned

He was too taciturnly cheap

To pay for the slip-shod broken zipper

On his worn-out outdated jeans

He devised a spartan plan that was equal to his means

He jerry-rigged the zip-fastener with rope

Then came off to the general public

Looking the ordinary impecunious rope-a-dope

When his craggy-cratered hiney

Was exposed!

As The blue-panted thing-a-ma-jig fell!

To his knees!

The out-of-sorts senior could have never foreseen

His corny demoded affects on the current teen stylistic scene

Blizzards!

My Gizzards!

This Blustering Bloke

Keeps Mustering Mayhems

With Words That He Spoke

Great Snakes!

Eureka!

and Holy Cow! too

Crimey!

Mad grimy

and Gadzooks!

A Tempestuous Toodle-Doo!

Shazam!

Golly Willikers!

With a Pinch of Vamoose!

Scram!

Gosh Damn!

And a Final

Sacre Bleu!

Feelings change

Thoughts evolve

Questions remain

Problems solve

Time leaves one certainty

As it revolves

You’ll be

The One

Who is involved

Feelings change

Thoughts evolve

Questions remain

Problems solve

Time leaves one certainty

As it revolves

You’ll be

The One

Who is involved

Feelings change

Thoughts evolve

Questions remain

Problems solve

Time leaves one certainty

As it revolves

You’ll be

The One

Who is involved

 

 

Rings true

The bell of opportunity

Is muffled

Amidst the current economic troubles

Economic bubbles

We need an economic Hubble

Telescope

Like the Pope

Or Bernie Sanders

Yet the economic conversation

Meanders

Once again

Into gloomy neo-liberal tones

Nibbling around the edges

Will it suffice the health and hunger groans?

I-Phones

To be righteous

To the One

At your fingertips

Corporate Old Media abound

Newer technological sources to be found

Fascism unbound!

Hard Work

Prayer

And Positive Thinking

Soon

Will replace

The Sun

 

Just in time for Election Day!

MAGA is promoting their newest creation

Rapper Hood Robin

“Stop whining about job’s“

“Get off the damn dole“

“We gives to the Rich“

“Robs from the Poor“

“We don’t care about your health“

“Or if your children be sobbin”

“Give the money to the Banks

The Corporations

And Hood Robin!”

Cause I said it one time

Don’t need to say it

No More

Hood Robin’s got the Banks

And I ain’t funding No Poor!

So all you Old Ass people

Fussing ’bout SSI

You had your damn chance

Now its time to comply

Don’t be asking for no raises

Or starting union drama

And while we’re at it

I need the Birth Certificate

For President Obama!

It’s been too damn long

The Federal Government’s been paying your way

Hood Robin’s on the mike

It ain’t my fault

If yo momma’s teeth

Decay

I’ll be building more prison’s

Cutting Medicaid real soon

Stop your whining

Try shoe-shining

Or better yet

A Silver Spoon

My Economy is like a rich man’s

Helium Balloons

See ya later

Alligators

Send in the Foreclosure Goons

Give me your Home

Your Money

And your Retirement Funds too

Hood Robin’s on the Stump

With Donald Trump

Hey!

Where you stepping?

Them’s My Alligator Shoes!