They ring the bell and pound the door
The porch is dark, I’m on the floor
Afraid to make the slightest sound…
I hate when pollsters come around!
Month: October 2016
How Come
Running every day is how
I keep my options open wide.
When someone says, “Let’s do this now,”
Then all it takes is to decide
If this is something I’d enjoy
The doing of, or having done.
If so, then I can say, “Oh, boy,
Let’s do it!” That’s how come I run.
Enuracer
If there’s a race for slobs
I’ll surely win it:
I just wet the bed
And I’m not in it!
National Cat Day
Coffee free of floating fur
No cat chauffeur to PDX
Where pilots all decline to purr
No fogfoot-caused commuter wrecks
Absent fleas where once they were
Ubiquitous
No cat
Just ex-
Desert Getaway
Visit Harney County! Bring
Your weapons…heck, bring anything
You like! That’s why we pay that tax,
So you’ll be comfy! Tip: Bring snacks.
Made The Sausage Is How
Poems are just words in rows
While everyone’s got lots of those
The order that the poet chose
Is key–excepting, I suppose
When Gertrude Stein defined her Rose
Tuesday!
Tuesday! You know what that means! That’s right,
Election Day is just two weeks away!
Three hundred forty hours from tonight
The skies will clear– okay, they’ll be less gray.
Afraid to go cold turkey? DVR
A prime time network TV show or twenty:
When you’re craving crazy or bizarre,
Play back some campaign spots, and you’ll have plenty!
Twenty-sixteen’s October Surprise
Would be a week without a record low
For campaign rhetoric. Just close your eyes
(And ears and nose) and let the fortnight go.
Remember, though, it isn’t down to Fate,
It’s up to you, so Vote November 8!
Why Do You Got To Get Killed?
I had a pup called Inspiration
He was tiny, brown and white
But he succumbed to fondulation
Now I don’t know what to write
The Air Feels Fine
I’m hiding in the brush, I bet,
But George ain’t come and get me yet.
He gonna give me hell, I know,
But I remembered where to go:
I come right here, just like he said!
Too bad my li’l ol’ pup is dead.
I’ll bury him so George won’t see,
An’ then he won’t be mad at me.
He’ll let me tend the rabbits on
Our little…hey! My hat is gone.
Prictionary
A is for Arrogant
Also for Ass.
B is Boor, Braggart and Bully.
C — Crass.
D’s a Deplorable, Dangerous Dude.
E is for Ego.
F — no, that’s rude…
F is for Fingers, the Five on each hand
Which you’ll Find if you Forage (don’t have your day planned).
Also Forgetful: “I never said that.”
G is for Grabby — Don’t get too close, cat!
H is plain Hateful as well as Horrific.
I is for Insults, at which he’s terrific.
J is for Judgment and Justice and Joy…
I is for Irony, slow to deploy.
J is for Jackass and Juvenile Jerk.
K is for Kissing poor women at work.
L is for Loud and for Lewd and for Love,
The self- Lack of which Leads to all the above.
M is Malevolence, Meanness, Mendacity–
Mostly the last: He’s a Massive capacity.
N is for Nothing that’s Neutral or Nice:
Nasty. N’s Nasty. (He Needed it twice.)
O is for Ownership, which is what we
Must assume for this Oaf; also, Oligarchy.
P is for Pussy and Punish and Pride
And for Predator. President? Well, we’ll decide.
Q is the Quixotic Quest for the Quo
That his contractors earned pro their Quid. (Where’d he go?)
R is for Racist, Rapacious and Rotten,
And also Republican, lest we’ve forgotten.
S is for Sex and the Sadness that lingers
And Seeps from the Souls of the victims he fingers.
T is for Tacky, but mostly for Tired
Of Too many jokes where the punchline’s “You’re fired!”
U is the Unhappy United States
Of America, home to those humans he hates.
V is for Vile and Vulgar and Vain.
W’s for his supporters: Explain
Why this Weasel, this Wretched, Wet sack of raw Waste
Who’s unworthy of Women, Why’s he to your taste?
X is for Xenophobe; also the rating
Of language he uses re women he’s dating.
Y is for “Yuuge,” a colloquialism
Describing the size of the GOP schism
That’s Yawning more broadly with each passing day:
Yo, guys, he’s Your leader! He won’t go away!
Z is for Zealots, whom he’ll need to win,
In which case it’s also for what we’ll need:
Zen.