Back to School

A young schoolboy named Billy Joe grew restless on the bus
The boy was filled with questions about what was all the fuss.
He’d picked his clothes and shined his shoes. He thought he looked quite cool.
And his mother cried as he walked out:
“Don’t wear your mask to school, son.
Leave your mask at home, Bill.
Don’t take your mask to school.”
He laughed and kissed his mom and said, “Your Billy Joe’s a man”
I can avoid this Covid best as anybody can.
And I won’t mask without a cause;  I’d look a total fool.
She cried again as he rode off:
“Don’t wear your mask to school, son.
Leave your mask at home, Bill.
Don’t take your mask to school.”
He hummed a song as on he rode, his face mask left at home.
He saw his schoolmates in the yard, wherein they liked to roam.
He saw some wearing masks and wondered if that was the rule.
But his mother’s words echoed again:
“Don’t wear your mask to school, son.
Leave your mask at home, Bill.
Don’t take your mask to school.”
He razzed some of his schoolmates about covering their face.
And said they needn’t worry about virus in this place.
A bemasked schoolboy at his side began to laugh, quite cruel.
Again heard again his mothers words:
“Don’t wear your mask to school, son.
Leave your mask at home, Bill.
Don’t take your mask to school.”
Filled with spite then, Billy Joe breached Covid protocol.
But then he started coughing wildly right there in the hall.
As Billy Joe fell to the floor, the crowd all screamed “You fool!”
And wondered at his final words:
“Don’t wear your mask to school, son.
Leave your mask at home, Bill.
Don’t take your mask to school.”

Return of Hair Drumpf

Hair Drumpf has got abortion in his sights.
He will continue smashing voting rights.
His followers believe in resurrection.
They have no real reality connection.
They plan another big D.C. to-do.
Steve Bannon calls it Insurrection II.
With Kev McCarthy working as his lackey,
the district could again become real wacky.
The Proud Boys and Oath Keepers out in force
will try once more to change history’s course.
This time one fears that shooting
will accompany looting.
The final outcome could be great remorse.

Texas Hold ‘Em

Texas got things all out of proportion.

Need a person swing for an abortion?
Bounty hunting fetus crime?
They are going back in time,
Christians stalking med providers
as if they were freedom riders,
shutting off all women’s rights
as if they were dimming lights.
They would better judicate
men’s rights to ejaculate.
Ovaries are not men’s biz.
Take care of your own damn jizz!
Texas, this is not a joke.
Free your women from this yoke.
Call off this sick bounty hunt.
You will not control my cunt.

Matriculation (For Colin)

Unnecessary complication

That’s my occupation
I take a situation
And offer it striation
It’s better than stagnation
In some ways a vacation
Above all confirmation
Of the pattern of this nation
Celebrating ostentation
With a dog-eat-dog vibration
And the fast track to elation
Driven now by automation
We humans were just a station
For too long a real sensation
But we stayed on the plantation
And worked hard toward damnation
Though you still could find salvation
It may need some new creation
Make solutions your vocation
Good luck/ Watch for radiation

Unfinished Poet

The unfinished poet never learned to cross his tees.

One never knew if they were ells or was it meant to tease.
Sometimes subbed stars for vowels or used periods as names.
His sentences only made sense if registered as games.
He’d run awhile with sections vastly overrun with rhyme,
then switch to haiku or blank verse without regard for time.
He’ll quote from Poe or Doctor No without a sense of guilt.
His poems are the oddest structures writers ever built.
A leading critic once said were they gathered in a book,
they could become a danger that was hard to overlook.
A poet has an urge for words when stepped up to the bar,
but this unfinished poet’s simply taken things too far.