This poem inspired by former President Donald J. Trump

Yes it all started with with the Trumpster’s Kung Flu
I’m delighted out of the White House he flew
but such a jolly fun loving man he was indeed with a sense of humour
but he started a trend with naming COVID-19 the Kung Flu
so I was golf with the other day making some good shots
pardon me he was manipulating his score card lots
but we holed out the 18th and went to the 19th for a cold drink
and he showed me a list for naming mutated viruses
I think  for him a nervous breakdown was on the brink!

From Malaysia it was “The Malaysian Marauder”
From the United Kingdom “The Brit Bug”
From Pakistan “The Pakistani Pillager”
From Canada “The Canuck Muck”
From India “The Curry Cold”
From Vietnam “The Saigon Slammer”
From Australia “The Melbourne Hammer”
If he had been President still and used those names he just might end up in the slammer

I thought it time to give him some of what he gave and suggested we call the latest virus the” Kansas Killer”

Well he got so angry and red
In a temper tantrum he dropped dead
Was it something I said?
or was it all that Kentucky Fried Chicken he ate on Air Force One
that caused him to be all done?

COVID Poetry Corner: “Yet another COVID mutation”

Yet another COVID mutation

Yes another nasty mutation is causing so many to squirm
supposedly from South Africa this germ
no need to for South Africa to feel bad
you blame them and I’ll become mad
I am afraid this is only the beginning of a nasty mess heading everyone’s way
particularly in long term-care facilities people it will slay
when will all this bad news simply go away
I’m just asking for a normal day

Robert K. Stephen

COVID Poetry Corner: “Where have all the stores and restaurants gone?”

Where have the stores and restaurants gone?

Taking my pooch in Toronto for a distemper shot today
have to keep that nasty virus away

So no relaxing in a waiting room
lest I spread some deadly doom

So I took a stroll in a once busy commercial neighbourhood
If I could
I’d change what I saw as more than half the commercial space was empty and for lease
so many people subjected to economic grief
based on decisions of the politico-medico elite
having a well paid job for these people life is sweet
while millions of jobless are in the street
these poor people must be so down
in a moment of sadness could this carnage have been prevented by a better decision
instead of those focused on numbers and charts
some might say by people full of hot air and farts?

Poetry Corner : “A paganistic birthday party”

Paganistic Birthday Party

Assembled about the synthetic evergreen altar
are the little dazed children
stunned as if pondering the words of the three wise men
they murmur their pagan chants
materialistic hymns of candy, games and toys

greedy gleaming eyes of the little fry thought to be cute
wish they could have more than they see

the evening fest
a ritualistic ceremony of orgiastic delight
bloated bellies and upset stomachs
oh Christ
they’ve forgotten you and it is not funny
seems like you’re being used for the money
Hedonistic decay
displayed in such a degenerate way
a satanistic surrealistic day
of electric shavers and racing car sets
chocolate mangers, plastic Christs and neon bulbs
bright colours
euphoristic delight
Santa Claus, the false pretender Satan
laughs quietly
his work well done

Robert K. Stephen

Poetry Corner: “A winter statistic”

A winter statistic

Tangled in the jagged steel
it lies on the highway
and the cold air wafts the steamy mess
further on down the road
where a crowd stands gawking
pondering how the exaggerate the bloody mess before them so as to create
interesting dinner conversation

Robert K. Stephen

Poetry Corner: What you have to look forward to or you’d best pawn that gold watch your employer gave you”

What you have to look forward to or you’d best pawn that gold watch your employer gave you

You slave for the dignity the weekly pay affords
Yes sir!
No sir!
and if you are lucky a pittance of a pension comes your way
retire and read the paper all day
and learn how to stretch that cat food all the way

Robert K. Stephen