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Borderline Psychotic

by | Mar 27, 2019 | Posthumous Additions, Song

So here’s a song which could have subtitle new national anthem:

I’ll put a fucking wall
around you all.
I’ll toss your kids in cages
in the cold.
Paranoia has me in its thrall.
But I am made of concrete
and I will never fold.

Don’t talk about taxes.
What about the faxes?
Fake news! Dems are the colluders!
I have every right to cede
this country to intruders.

Pack up your investigation.
Won’t outlast my litigation.
Second term will be vacation.
Sell off many parcels of our nation.
What’s left will
have significant revamps.
And some amongst you
will be sent to camps.

Don’t mention obstruction.
The deep state’s big construction.
Witch hunt! The media committed treason.
I might just declare that this is
liberal hunting season.

Barsy

by | Mar 27, 2019 | Poetry

My mother died a year ago today.

I feel I need do more than light a candle.
I should sit on a rock and meditate,
but somehow feel that’s more than I can handle.
It’s been suggested I should plant a tree
but my yard is already over crowded.
I could walk through the streets calling her name,
all dressed in black or maybe even shrouded.
Some say that I should play her favorite song,
the one which almost mentioned her by name.
I think I could not handle that for long,
no matter who the voice is singing “Mame.”
The proper thing, of course, would be to go
into a church and sit down in a pew,
reciting prayers to her departed soul,
but that’s something an atheist can’t do.
And so my tribute will be quite low key.
No chants or songs directed up above.
I’ll just remember what she meant to me.
And try to wrap my heart around her love.