Nothing in this world compares to the light you shine on me.
I laugh away compliments and turn my cheek shyly to your everlasting gaze.
My ever analyzing mind picks at you, looking for fault where there is none.
Each day my love for you grows and I begin to quiet that irrational voice.
For no one deserves the love you have, you are an angel among mortals.
All I can give is my entire being for all of eternity and hope that is enough.

I love you.

Your safety deposit boxes,
We shall hunt them with foxes
Tear them apart seam from seam
Weld from weld
Only for so long
Could your riches be held

Like the pariah that you are
You have left a great scar
Only to be healed
By chasing your worthless **** for hours across a muddy field
And when you come to an untimely end and go off to meet your maker
The only great thing you will be remembered for
Is how you were such a great taker

No balance
No sanity
Your ways and means
The greatest profanity
Yes we need money
And no there is no problem with wealth
But are we always to measure prosperity
Against another's poor health

SECURITY CLEARANCES

Rules at the White House...Who reads them?
Proper procedures...Who heeds them?
Security clearances
Make scant appearances.
The attitude is: Who needs them?

-by Bob B (2-20-18)

ON ****** MISCONDUCT

Trump says you just have to say,
“I didn’t do it,” and they
Will blame your accusers
And call them all losers.
That’s life in Trumpworld today!

-by Bob B (2-21-18)

GUNS

More GUNS in our schools, Trump swears,
Will STOP the school shootings. He dares
To repeat what the vice pres
Of the NRA says.
They're BOTH lacking something upstairs.

-by Bob B (2-23-18)

HIRING THE BEST?

We know that Trump knows how to fire ‘em,
But how does his conduct inspire ‘em?
Three of his men
Are felons now. When
Will HE ever learn how to hire ‘em?

-by Bob B (2-23-18)

REFORM

Gun-law reform will crash
If Trump believes that it's rash.
The gun lobby's puppet
Will never give up; it
Is hard when you count on their cash.

-by Bob B (2-24-18)

A deep, heavy sigh, erupted
From my choked throat,
My forehead lay on an opened book.
I wish to be lost inside it.
My fingernails dig into the open crease,
Trying to crawl inside.
To be released.
Into a world where my heart has belonged all along,
Into a world where I can do what I'm meant to.
I devour the pages.
Hoping it would consume me
While I consume it.
Release me.
Release me from this world so existent,
Physical and realistic.
I smear the ink along my pupils
Hoping to see a new reality.
I sew the pages to my back.
Hoping to forever lean against them,
When I need to be taken away.

I used to hate yellow,
Then my soul turned to lemon juice
And now my lips are painted
As a new sunrise
Which changed the words I spoke.
With sour lemons slices
That attracted Bumblebees
And everything
To my lemon soul.

I wrote an ocean onto that paper
Ink stirred with salt
It was spilling out of me

I was overflowing with thoughts
I wrote an ocean onto that paper
Of anything and everything

That clouded my eyes
Till nothing harmful was present
I wrote an ocean onto that paper