Oh, soft mud
that bares
the fresh print
those tennis shoe
indents.

Moist and sloshing,
my feet sinking in
the muck that is
clinging to my jeans.

I am two hundred plus
pounds of heavy
slowly descending into
the brown ground
that gives way,
up to my calves.
So, there goes my legs
as I am ****** in.

I wonder if this
dark and monstrous
situation will cease,
will this earth beast
release me,
or will mud become
my quicksand
graveyard?

You sign up to Linkedin
because
you like to poke
your nose in
to other people's business.

I'm in Linkedin,
I clocked in
got
locked in
and now I'm
thinking of how to
get out.

I've been unicyclist before,
balancing myself on a tight rope,
juggling to perform when losing hope,
oh wait, its not my new slippery *****.

Can I wear a mask?
take the clown to task,
you needn't ask,
the smile will wear on
despite a tearing cask.

I don't need a ringmaster,
I keep my own show,
magically will pull through,
'tis true there is nothing that you owe,
except maybe a friendly hello.

Rick Perry° has joined the cult
That calls Trump the Chosen One.
Sorry, but that's a game that should be
One with no trumps. Pardon the pun.

To give Trump such an undeserved
Title can only underscore
How much a person has to question
Perry's sanity all the more.

I can think of better titles:
Wannabe Strongman, Liar in Chief,
Security Threat, Hypocrite,
King of Corruption, or Causer of Grief.

But Chosen One? Let's be serious.
Could God really be so daft
To let the Chosen One be Trump?
If so, we've been given the shaft.

-by Bob B (11-25-19)

°Secretary of Energy for Donald Trump

Silence is a place-
a state of being.

Silence comes from without-
within the beginning.

Silence is before birth-
endures after death.

Silence holds council-
with the silent.