If you want flowery poetry Hit pause, backspace delete. I write on a lot of subjects; Only a few could be called sweet. I’m not into swirling windstorms Or describing billowy clouds. Not into extolling autumn leaves Or conifers standing proud.
I try to select the human things Whether good or even bad. Sometimes I wrestle with Life twists that make us sad. I try to speak for everyman And that includes the women. I try to reflect life circumstances And the results the travel with them.
So, crooning polysyllabically Is seldom my favorite tune, Nor is waxing limerickally About June, and spoon and moon. Instead I’ll probably take to task Those who live in sappy hope A prince shows up in their life A proper romantic dope.
I write the rhymes about crooks That steal from your children And the supposed leaders That ****** and abuse women. I write about parents who Ignore what their children need And instead find their joy On selfishness and greed.
After so many millennia We really need to stop Waiting for someone else to come And be the moral traffic cop. It is us who need to change And teach our children accordingly Because the way we are fixing things Humanity is progressing dismally.
So keep your butterfly couplets And views of rain on hedges. We are falling apart as humans And it’s visible on the edges. It will only take a few crazies With power enough to wield And this planet, and us of course, Will no longer have a shield.