There is no place on earth
no pile of dirt
that is worth
the sickening hurt,
of treating others worse
than they deserve.

There is no spot
cold or hot
that beats this
once in a lifetime
that we all got.

So, why not,
be kind and
listen to others
and offer a
helping hand
to your fellow
humans?

When society is crumbling,
and you start mumbling,
angry ogre type grumbling,
whilst you walk a little stumbling,
let me tell you just one thing
you got a friend in me.

He stood and shook,
the crook who took,
us all for Schnucks.

Pulpit pusher who
spit venom and lies
at those guys
in the pews.

Promised eternity,
but it was up to me
if I suffered
or excelled
beyond the pits of hell.

Not a wit of wisdom
was given
just lies proclaiming
that I should be taming
any skepticism.

He passed the plate,
but I left earlier
while others stayed late.

I am free while he
takes his sheep
and prepares to leave
for the end of days.

Looking forward to
the pain, plagues,
and the agony
of oh so many
people who do not
share his faith.

Seems like only a sociopath
would accept that
the majority of humanity
will burn for eternity.

But that smug mug grins
looking forward to
the bitter biblical end.

POTUS
FLOTUS
VPOTUS
SCOTUS

The adulterer has the ****** Virus,
And 45 needs to distance
Six thousand miles;
Cover his face;
Buy XS gloves;
Add a cup of bleach,
Light up his interior,
And wipe away the time
Spent behind SDNY bars.

my mind said
you write when you are bothered
you write when you feel pained
you write when people fail you
so you write all the time
whether it's in the morning or dawn
whether it's in the night or in darkness
you write to silence your feelings
believing it's the only way to remain sane
even though you are not wrong
you write to be the best version of sane

They said you were great,
so, I was willing to wait.

Set up the fourth
so, we could explore
the depths of our
shared history and more.

What a wild party,
made me feel
a little bit ill,
like a *******
I fell to fast
for the last
lies you told.

Don’t stop,
I hear the cop
shout out
as something
comes flying in
piercing my skin.

I know you don’t
love me America,
but I thought
we could be at least friends.

The elephant may never forget,
and neither will
the families of the
enemies we ****,
and the kids who were
separated,
from their parents.

America,
I thought you were special,
but you’re driving drunk,
using your vehicle
to plow down
the innocents you found
in favor of your favorite
heirs and heiress.
I thought you liked justice
but your just obsessed with
all that rich *****
can do for you.

Want to spend hours
paying to play
in the Macy’s day parade
while protesters pray,
you march and spray
sic streams of mace
and gas the faces
of those like me
who you seem to hate.

What a rough date.

America,
I think we should see
other democracies.

As I hear the wind blow through the leaves of the ancient cottonwood trees.
And I watch the squirrels gather their nuts and prepare for the coming winter, I'm reminded of a few things that come softly in the whisper of the autumn wind for all to hear, if they listen.

Behind the poem is a poet, a lover, maybe a mother or a father. But most of all there is a human being. They feel, and they love. They have been overwrought with pain. And enraptured by Joy. They need  compassion and friendship and the human touch.
Tread lightly, for you tread upon
their hearts.

I’ve been looking,
through glass windows,
reflecting city lights
of the night life.

Strange phantasms
pass like distorted
carnival glasses,
mind mirrors broken
from the harsh words
spoken.

I’ve been searching,
seeking the smiling hearts
of brave angels
who face hateful strangers
that are full of poison,
and spitefully spitting
sick syllables,
possibly contagious,
as they go
instantly viral.

I’ve been watching
cops stopping
particular people,
seen one to many
real life movies
that end in tragedy,
and in observing
the hurting
of children
and elderly folks
I have fallen
to tears of rage
and anguish.

I’ve been wondering
if in my wanderings
seeing this sideshow spectacle,
of disrespectful,
cruel, and hateful
authoritarians,
have I found the true face
of America?

The statues are down
and the flags have been
thrown out.

The war is over,
and yet again
we see our kin
with different
tints of skin
falling.

The battle is won,
or so they claim,
but that is just the way
they hide their lack of shame.

Divert, distract,
change the facts,
lie and lie
to divide
people who
should be allies.

Symbolic
concessions were made
so, we should all feel great
to live in this state
that greed and hate made.

Still,
our compatriots feel
the sick and shrill
anxiety turning to fear
that their children
maybe killed.

They are complacent
with nearly naked eyes
that seem anesthetized.

Orderly placement
of perfect soldier ants
that accede to the demands
of the most brutal man,

their sweet layers
of complexity
are surrendered to
the wealthy few who
who do not give
one ******* ****
about the masses.

Massive stone structures
collapse and succumb
to a cog like position
under all the dictator’s
thick heavy thumbs,
making minds of
inspiration numb
with unearned dedication.

Thus, such fleeting stars
are lost from view,
dying before their sparkle
can touch me or you.

Will the Jenga House collapse
If we remove the Judicial block?
Will the foundation hold the roof
If we remove the Legislative block?
Remove the Executive block(head),
Place it in the bunker, for reference,
And let the House rise up.
Rise up!