THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF SENOR TURKEY

wild turkey
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I watched with awe

As you came ashore

After sailing from far far away lands
You built your towns

On none were frowns

With sheer grit, determination, faith and bare hands

I figured that one fateful day

Where we would play

And share our future destiny as friends

For that fateful chance

To laugh and dance

Where our mutual goals would depend

I have my ways

And you have yours

On each others strengths we could lend

And we could build

And see fulfilled

A New World Order

For all to comprehend

We are so different

In so many ways

I didn’t think this day

Would ever come to be

That in the end

Instead of try to befriend

You would treat me

Just like a piece of meat

Gobble! Gobble!

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BIRTH CERTIFICATE TO BENGHAZI TO SOUTHERN BORDER CHILDREN CAMP NAZI

Parse

Spin

Accuse

Grin

Where does truth

And lies begin?

Birth Certificate

Benghazi

Political

Papparazzi

American President

Or Social Nazi?

Black

White

Congressional

Over-under-sight

Down to facts

Or political hype?

Southern Border Children’s

Concentration camp?

American President

The Cult’s Base

Political tramps?

Citizens

Consumers

Propaganda

Rumors

Senior citizens

Millennials

Baby boomers!

McCarthy – Joe

Donald – Trump

Polling bump?

Or National Chump?

Are we getting down to business?

Or on the campaign stump?

Republican Shmoe

American Joe Blow

Political circus

Senate Turtle sideshow

Parse

Spin

Accuse

Grin

While your watching Kim Kardashian

We’ll do it again!

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ABANDONMENT

The bitterness of abandonment

Flows most forcefully

In memories

The hope endures

During the longing journey

Leaving no time

But for the present

Lost for good

The inner compass fatefully broken

The bond never to be sealed

Cast out

Amongst the unforgiven seas

Only love

Sweet love!

Can steereth you

Home

 

ORGANIZE

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Things that matter

Not useless data

Unlest without your behest

Cooked up by the NSA

And the Mad Hatter

In the end all is just chatter

Trying not to shatter

Either by pity patter or splatter

If I had my druthers bruthas (and sistas)

I’ll take the latter

Organize or scatter

 

NO TIME TO SAY GOODBYE

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Bear witness with your presence

To when the gifted hatchlings fly

Outstretched wings glide

Though withering

The seasons have overtaken me

Tis no time to say goodbye

Listen to the thunder

It’s clapping

Imploring

From way up high

Bear witness with your presence

To when the gifted hatchlings fly

In the daytime

I’ve built up my aerie

Commenced my hunting in the night

The seasons have overtaken me

Tis no time to say goodbye

Swooped down upon my prey

Snatched them with my talons

When I was spry

Bear witness with your presence

To when the gifted hatchlings fly

Call out to my eaglets

Too late

Alone

I lie

The seasons have overtaken me

Tis no time to say goodbye

And now I sing of my remorse

A regretful lullaby

Tis haunting me

That I did not see

Until the stillness

Came to my eyes

Bear witness with your presence

To when the gifted hatchlings fly

The seasons have overtaken me

Tis no time to say

Goodbye

THE QUEST-ION OF WAR

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On questions of military actions of yore

Or more presently

That Americans are asked to endure

Yet more

Taxpayer funded Shock and Awe

While millions are unemployed

And without healthcare on our shore

What is it all for?

With all of it’s death

Mutilations,

And gore

The American government wants us to

See it as exalted

So as for it not to be halted

That is why they implore

Just this one time more

For more war

But the particular business

Is rotten to the core

It has become a friend

To some immoral men

A place to buy and spend

Weapons

A relation with

A more realistic sensation

Of that of interacting with

A whore

When things go wrong

Too easy to reach for

We claim now we must enter into it

As if it were a chore

Somehow a way to restore

Some strange nationalistic decor

Framed to restore

All that we adore

This is what our elected officials

Practically roar

Yet it is all so damned impure

And it’s undertaking only makes sure

That instead of a cure

It’s initiation tends to act

As a fish to a lure

Emboldening

The neo-Fuhrer

It will seek to endure

The answer to the question then

Is quite simple to conjure

No More War

 

I AWAIT ON THEE

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Stubbornly

I await on thee

To steer us from

This stormy sea

Through much heartache

But Oh!

Such times of glee

What is this thing

That has overtaken me

Through all the darkness

It is just your face I see

None else

Can imagine your pedigree

It will not be long

Till my heart

Beats free

Amongst the royal assembly

Where your crowned King

And I your Queen

 

SUPERIORITY JIVE

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We must live for justice and human rights

For all people

Lest we will die

Allowing the pestilence

Of injustice

To visit our own beloved

Like a thief in the night

Encased in a lie

For the moment

We allow degradation

On our neighbor’s door

Whilst peering unnoticed

At the diabolical events

Through the ever present sky

Quickens the moment

The knock will come

Rapping at our own door

Not me!

We will implore!

This is how

All civility will die

Die for want of empathy

To a superiority jive

Once a mark of social esteem

Racial and religious prejudice!

Intellectually society held theme

To the highest edifice

Inversely

Now a putrid crime