Off script and unpredictable
He awaits an interview
With no one to protect him
No telling what he’ll do.
Nothing but a liar
A sad excuse of a man
Disrupting our fair nation
In any way he can.
No compromise at all
Too busy with his own plans
To build a needless wall.
Colluding with the enemy
Putin his trusted comrade
No respect for democracy
They say that he has gone mad.
Tax cuts for the very rich
Who cares about the poor
No meaningful incentives
Of that you can be sure.
Devising stories built on lies
A master of deception
Clouds of smoke, dust and dirt
It’s all about corruption.
Out of context, bold faced lies
He takes all that he can
Double talk and jibberish
Such a weak pathetic man.
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via Daily Prompt: Sympathize
I can sympathize, but don’t accept
Your need to castigate and condemn others
Your unyielding and unforgiving stance
With no allowance for weakness in another.
Are you so pure and without fault?
Without guile and vulnerability?
Can’t you see humanity in forgiveness?
What has fostered such hostility?
Too much time spent in the dark
Where it was damp and often cold
No windows to look out from
Always doing what you were told.
Who told you kindness was a weakness?
Who said you needed to be punished?
Where did you learn this castigation?
Were you ignored, often admonished?
Too often blamed and then condemned
Scrutinized and then rejected
Left alone too many times
You were so blatantly neglected.
Though this accounts for your demeanor
It’s not a reason to pass judgment
On those less fortunate and in need
Of your love and acknowledgment.
We have to learn from past mistakes
Or we are doomed to repeat all over
The crimes committed in our childhood
By our fathers and our mothers.
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Didn’t know wha-cha wanted
Didn’t know wha-cha come fer
Didn’t hear the screen door slam.
Thought you was in the kitchen.
Beer, wine and butts running low
Half cup of stale coffee left from mornin.
Fixin to make another pot
You coming or go-in?
Fed the dawgs and chickens
Put up fourteen bales of hay, a-ready.
Pose to rain da safternoon
Sky’s turnin gray.
Got some biscuits in the oven
How bout some eggs with dat?
Gotta a chunk a this here bacon
You up for some poke fat?
If ya staying, pull up a chair.
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Ever dealt with a procrastinator?
If you did, you’d know it’s true
Putting things off indefinitely
Is what they like to do.
If they have a paper due
They’ll start the night before
They will do the minimum
And not a sentence more.
If they need to clean the house
They’ll watch TV instead
A deadline is their kryptonite
It messes with their head.
Paying bills, answering calls
Hard for them to do
Late notices and penalties
Their bills always overdue.
Like an ostrich with its head in the sand
Their thoughts are up in the clouds
Don’t count on them to get things done
They’ll do as little as allowed.
If you need a project done
From start, right thru completion
Think twice before you hire someone
You know with this condition.
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via Daily Prompt: Puzzled
Can you imagine how puzzled I was
When I learned they had voted in Trump?
I thought that I had lost my mind
I fell into a serious slump.
It hasn’t gotten any better since then
He’s becoming a disruptive force
After turning everything upside down
He retreats to his private golf course.
Caught in the act of obstructing justice
He should be impeached and then off to jail
Why should he be exempt from the law
His agenda is destined to fail.
A racist, a thief, an outright xenophobe
Is he really the president of this United States?
How could this have happened to any of us?
We’re now a country of prejudice and hate.
Impeach this lunatic, then imprison him
Take all of his cabinet down
We’ve got to get this country back on track
By getting rid of this cruel hateful clown.
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Why must we do it with the lights on?
Can’t you see it hurts my eyes?
Perhaps I’m photosensitive
I know I’m not just shy.
Why I have done it on a table top
On the beach and in the back of a car.
I bet if you’d just dim those lights,
You’d be impressed with me, by far.
Maybe we should try it in the bathtub
With some candles burning bright
Perhaps you’d think it was midday
And the mood would be just right.
For me, I might prefer a blindfold
A little prop to induce the mood
Maybe then I’d think it was midnight
As you gazed upon me nude.
Why must we do it with the lights on?
Because it’s your bed, your house, your way.
And me? I’m too submissive,
Have to do just what you say.
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via Daily Prompt: Profuse
She was so ill mannered
Used profuse offensive slang
She spent time with criminals
Was a member of a gang.
She was only 12 years old
Too young to cuss and smoke
No chance to go to college
Spent her days out smoking dope.
Her mother was a prostitute
Her dad a known crack head
Who knew what became of him?
They figured he was dead.
She hung out at the playground
With an older crowd
She had tattoos and piercings
It made her feel so proud.
She wore a red bandana
Trimmed in navy blue
Those were her gang’s colors
They told her what to do.
Gang banging ….her initiation
She was scared but went along
She had to prove her loyalty
She needed to belong.
Cutting her known past time
She had scars on both her arms
One six-inch scar on her right wrist
Should’a sounded an alarm.
Her teacher saw the evidence
Signs of neglect and child abuse
She tried to get close to her
She could see she was confused.
She finally was arrested
Tried as a juvenile
There was no getting thru to her
When sentenced she just smiled.
A product of the system
Always looking for a fight
No matter what she tried to do
It never turned out right.
One day a social worker
After weeks of one on one
Saw a different side of her
A relationship had begun.
All she needed was that someone
Just one person she could trust
It made all the difference
Helped her change and to adjust.
She’s now happily married
She has two daughters of her own
She left behind a troubled past
And the life that she’d once known.
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