Poetry Corner: “the gentleness of impeachment”

The gentleness of impeachment So Trump gets impeacheda laughable tap on his knuckles?as the enemies of America break into chuckles Would the long list of COVID protocols breached in which the Trumpster basked unmaskedcould this constitute a charge of manslaughter some to me asked?just drink a cup of bleachand forget social distancing on Memorial DayContinue reading “Poetry Corner: “the gentleness of impeachment””

Poetry Corner: “Good-bye former President Trump”

Good-bye Former President Trump Good riddance to Donald J. Trumpwith two impeachments you are getting a kick in the rumpYou promised many times if you lost the election the United States you’d leaveand not even your deceived supporters will grieve Please go far away I’m sick and tired of your cruditybullyingcajolinglack of mannersrudenessarrogancerecklessnessstirring up ofContinue reading “Poetry Corner: “Good-bye former President Trump””

COVID Poetry Corner: “Las Vegas meets the state lottery and the accountants”

Las Vegas meets the state lottery and the accountants COVID-19 is a very nasty gameAssuming you recover for months you may be lameBut whatever country you are from an obsession with numbers seems to be the sameEvery day it is the same category of numbers that remainpositivity rateserves you right for not social distancing andContinue reading “COVID Poetry Corner: “Las Vegas meets the state lottery and the accountants””

Poetry Corner: “the great roman farce and associates limited”

the great roman farce and associates limited Deceived innocentskiss his robesgrovel about this king of conservative uncertaintyfools in believing something can be gainedby bowing to the Holy Doctrine of the oppressedmeekness, humility and servilityinventions praised by the powerful with a laughand the Chairman of the Vatican Bankurges the masses backwardlike trainers whipping animals in theContinue reading “Poetry Corner: “the great roman farce and associates limited””

Poetry Corner: “Piggies”

Piggies Look at all the little piggiesguzzling out of the troughleft piggies centre piggies right piggiesbut all the samememe choseechoes of belchessimilar but of varying intensitywhat the hellthey all wallow in the same slopa feces paradiseat election time many enter the slaughterhousethe remainder devise menus for the apatheticinnocent Robert K. Stephen

Poetry Corner: “Calling Reality Too much television syndrome”

Calling reality Too much television syndrome Where is shethe one who will capture my soulnow struggling thrashing tremblingbattling the treacherous currentsof turbid conformity will the magic of this single womangive freedom and understandingfrom the senseless blindfolded hordesoverly anxious to meet me with crucifixionthe nails of hate, jealously and competitionwill she be the healerwhet the bitternessoutContinue reading “Poetry Corner: “Calling Reality Too much television syndrome””

Poetry Corner: “Child of Thalidomide”

She was a forcefully deformed little girlthanks to Health Canada approval of the drugthe father could not bear the torture anymore sohe walked out the doorleaving the sobbing mother on the floor She grew strong and tall with a beautiful faceand a razor sharp intellectexcept for that slight misfortuneAll she wanted was to be lovedContinue reading “Poetry Corner: “Child of Thalidomide””

Poetry Corner:”calling all talented and aggressive people there’s a place for you in our organization”

Calling all talented and aggressive people there’s a place for you in our organization the effusive smilethat greets with impressive handshakescrushes more than the handpolished shoes of gleaming cold deathcapped fangs of the coiffed predatorsbutton down shirts and mindsamidst the chattering of back stabbing baboonsclustered on the treeclimbing ever higherignoring the screams of the fallentooContinue reading “Poetry Corner:”calling all talented and aggressive people there’s a place for you in our organization””

Poetry Corner: “Paganistic Birthday Party”

Paganistic Birthday Party Assembled about the synthetic evergreen altarare the little dazed childrenstunned as if pondering the words of the three wise menthey murmur their pagan chantsmaterialistic hymns of candy, games and toys greedy gleaming eyes of the little fry thought to be cutewishing they could have more than they see the evening feasta ritualisticContinue reading “Poetry Corner: “Paganistic Birthday Party””