I don’t believe a word you say;
You voted for Trump, so go away.
I don’t want your opinion any more
On literally any kind of issue.
Though you now begin to realize
What you did to us all. Get a tissue.
Go stand in the corner and let us
Adults fix up the mess you made.
None of you paid attention
Further than the second grade.

It’s not truly all your fault, I confess.
We have to lay blame on the press.
I’m not much happier with the
Millions who didn’t even vote.
They stayed home and ******;
Made the country miss the boat.
A lazy, worthless population
Is a shameful kind of circumstance
But a stupid loudmouthed bunch of fools
Is at the prom without any pants.

Then we look to a political group
That rolls around in their own ****
By electing a pompous baboon
Who can barely read or spell
Who spews out daily jabberwocky
That drives us all to a kind of hell.
He's an attention ***** and monster.
A spoiled rich brat with no brains
Who wants to set fire to the USA
Then urinate on the remains.

The horror is, though it’s all visible
Your lack of care about facts is risible.
You gladly go along with him when
He blames his predecessor instead,
Saying the fault is what your idiot did
Not keeping the truth firmly in your head.
It’s no longer campaign rhetoric.
So please wake the hell up and see
What your stupidity is doing to us
Because we can’t bend you over our knees.

I seek for peace
Only you can give
Forever I'll seek forgiveness
As I walk the lonely seas

I'm the one who's lost
And I'm the one who seek
Empty my soul, fill my mind
My being is at void

Peace is now just a dream
Dreaming without any sleep
Restless as I am
I must find who I am

For ten months, I've been hunt
Of the nightmares of the past
I don't know how long I will last
'Cause now I'm on the verge of dying

The light that shines upon you brings me hope.
With this hope I'll continue living, living but will remain dead.
But with you this empty vessel will be filled with its soul.
Then I shall rest in peace.

You trust someone
To read something you wrote
They mock it
So you try to impress them
And you try and try
But they just keep taking it as a joke
Then you write another poem
One about them
They read it
And suddenly it's great
They don't realize it's about them
And how bad of a friend they are
They think it's so amazing they want to read all my work
But I have let her read it all
And she's mocked them
What does she expect?