Flown Away . . .
Mom tweets; Dad Twitters
The children sling angry birds
Poultry words are shared

A gap, Agape . . .
With desks connected
And sharing a power strip
We exchange e-mails

Cellacious . . .
Discourse is lacking?
Digital Intimacy!
May our Smart-Phones touch?

The Donald went down to Georgia
He was lookin' for a state to steal
He was angrily blind 'cause he was way behind
And he was lookin to make ah deal
When he came across this Q man
Sawin' on Twitter and layin' plots

And the Donald jumped upon a hickory stump
And said, "Q let me tell you what"
"I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a Twitter tweeter too
And if you'd care to take my fare, I'll Twitter follow you

Now you lay pretty good tweets, Q, but give the Donald his due
I'll bet a Tower of gold for your soul
'Cause I think your tweets are cool"

The Q said, "My game's phony, and it might be a sin
But I'll take your bet, you won't regret
'Cause my tweets'll ensure you win

Q, fire up your phone and type your Twitter hard
'Cause Hell's broke loose in Georgia and the Donald deals the cards
And if I win, you get this shiny Tower made of gold
But if you lose, the Donald gets your soul

The Donald opened up his cell and he said, "I'll start this show"
And fire flew from his thumb tips as he tweeted just for show
And he pulled his thoughts across word streams and he made a evil hiss
And a band of MAGAs joined in, and they tweeted somethin' like this

When the Donald finished
Q said, "Well, you're pretty good ol' Don
But sit down in that chair right there
And let me show you how tweet's done"

"Biden's in the Basement", run, boys, run
The Donald's in the Whitehouse having fun
Ivanka's in the West Wing makin' dough
Jared, do your thoughts bite? No, Don, no

The Donald bowed his head because he knew that Q could tweet
And he laid that golden Tower at the ground of Q's feet
Q said, "Donald, just don't concede if you ever wanna win again

I done tweeted you once, you *******
Cuz my tweets will make you win" he played
"Biden's in the Basement", run, boys, run
The Donald's in the Whitehouse having fun
Ivanka's in the West Wing makin' dough
Jared, do your thoughts bite? No, Don, no

Count-entious . . .
Five-Seven-Five, or
Is it Seven-Five-Seven?
Dyslexic Haiku!

High Coo-Coo . . .
Words like scrambled eggs
Malapropos slip off the tongs
Lysdexics UNTIE!

In Swummary . . .
I never flip turned
I zagged; everyone else zigged
Oh, how I was schooled

This question may seem weird
But have you seen my beard?
These nigh-on months it hides to my dismay

For in these COVID times
It slips easily from mind
And never has it seen the light of day

Each morning I have paused
To spy this ****** gauze
Then covered it and tucked it all away

I have kept it out of sight
While it’s turned from dark to white
I could fool reindeer and ride on Santa’s sleigh

But for now covered it stays
No white wool will reach your gaze
Until COVID’s gone, no ****** hair displays!

[Shake Your *****, by KC and the Sunshine Band]

Oklahomans, get out doors, last chance
Scott Pruitt's leaving, no backward glance

Shake shake shake, shake shake shake
Frac your *****, frac your *****
Oh, shake shake shake, shake shake shake
Frac your *****, frac your *****

Oh, you have frac-ed for oil quite ah spell
You have messed up your world.  What the hell

Oh, now you shake, shake shake shake
Fractured *****, fractured *****
Oh, shake shake shake, shake shake shake
Water's sooty, smells pah-tooty, oh yeah

Oh, shake shake, shake shake
Oh, shake shake, shake shake

Oh, Daily shake, Big mistake
Frac your *****, frac your *****
Oh, across your state, Big earthquakes
Frac your *****, All's Kaput-ee!

Grieve not the present
We had yesterday, always
Pluperfect goodbye

Goodmorning, Donald, my sick friend.
I've come to help you tweet again
Because your vision's simply creepy,
Has left you vulnerable to tweet with me.
And these visions I have planted in your brain
Are quite insane
Within the bounds of violence.

Of careless schemes you talk by phone.
Narrowed choices cobbled in stone
'Neath my control, you are a champ.
I turn your thinking to the cold and damp
Through your eyes stabs the flash of terror and fright
That blocks all light
Revealing the bounds of violence.

And in this blackened night I saw
Your MAGA People, by the score.
People jeering without speaking.
People fearing without listening.
So you tweet along to voices that they share.
And so they care
To set the bounds of violence.

"Tools," say I, "With Trump you'll know
Violence, likens more and grows.
Read Trumps words that he might teach you.
Feel my charms so I might reach you,"
And Trumps words like giant droplets fell
Which scattered cross the bounds of violence.

And these people cowed and bayed
To the tweets The Don had made.
And the News Reports flashed out warnings
But their words were never quite forming.
And the News said,
The Tweets of the POTUS are written as satanic calls
When darkness falls.
And prospers the bounds of violence."

Sing your song
Do your dance
Run around
In underpants

Do the things
You like to do
Embrace this life
In front of you

There's nothing more
And way far less
Look in the mirror
You'll see you're blessed

And don't you keep
You shouldn't hoard
This gift's for all
You can afford

So share your song
Give your dance
So everyone
Has underpants

Well Trump thinks he's found an ally
And he's ah shill, to Trump ah thrill
He's as broken as Texas asphalt
With Paxton came his crooked game

So leave Wisconsin alone
Leave Wisconsin alone
It’s not for you to plead
Elections been decreed

You shouldn't be here, your case is *****
Your words unspool, brakes all the rules
He just lies so to gain his entry
Into Trump's world, his case unfurled

So leave Wisconsin alone
Leave Wisconsin alone
Its not like you don't see
An election as clean can be

Some Supreme Court day the hands of time
Will have their way
You’ll understand why what you do is not okay

Trump's a loser, he’s not the winner
He still finds hoods to do no good
He only wants to get praise and money
Cadillacs and rust, diamonds and dust

So leave Wisconsin alone
Leave Wisconsin alone
It's not like you don't see
An election as clean can be

Yeah, leave us Sconnies alone
Leave us Sconnies alone
He’s not like you and me
He needs to let us be

One Bill makes us stronger, and one Bill makes them fall
And the Bills the public gives you, just won’t do it at all

Go ask ALEC, cuz it’s their call

And if you go raising money, and think the are gonna stall
Tell’em you’re hook, line, and sinker, and giving them your all

Then call ALEC, for it’s their call

When the Rich own the chessboard get up and tell you how to vote
And you’ve just left their boardroom, and possess the motherload

Go ask ALEC, which way to go

When law and constitution have fallen sloppy dead
And the White-Right is walking backwards
And the Orange King’s out of his head
Remember what your ALEC said
We’re in bed, we’re in bed

American Legislative Exchange Council

[Lyric re-write: The Times they are a Changin’, by Bob Dylan]

Come gather ‘round, voters
Wherever’s your Poll?
And admit rising waters
Around you now flow
And accept it is sooner
Than science had shown
It’s ah crime the earth we’re not savin’
Get propeller power whirlin’
Charge yer lights with the sun
For the Climate is ah Changin’

Come haters and cynics
Who Twitter and spin
Better open yer eyes
For the Glaciers are thin
Our POTUS hates science
Wants it all about him
No compassion for another
He’s a gamblin’ we’re losers
And payin’ his bills
While the Climate is ah Changin’

Come Senator McConnell
Stop blockin’ the Bills
Don’t stand in our way
As the ice melts and spills
Our earth is ah hurtin’
While you don’t heed calls
The storm outside is ah ragin’
And soon for our children
No future at all
For the Climate is a Changin’

Come sisters and brothers
We must make a stand
And all realize
What is now in our hands
For if we do nothin’
They’ll ravish the land
Unlivable for the ages
Inaction and tarry
Is all they have planned
While the Climate is ah Changin’

The time has now come
The dye, it is cast
If we slow down
It’ll soon come to pass
Our chances are fadin’
The present, our last
Leavin’ life no safe haven
So what we don’t need
Is coal, oil, or gas
Cuz the Climate is a Changin’

Oh gastric sleeve, I've worn you long
To gasp, to cough disgustingly
For I have treated you so wrong
Ingesting drink not good for me

Green Tea is now my joy
Green Tea I may sip all night
Green Tea turns my heart to gold
This antioxidant, Green Tea

Your leaves I've soaked, as I've my heart
Oh, how your taste does capture me
Now I refrain from other tarts
My heart remains your cavity

Green Tea is now my joy
Green Tea I do sip at night
Green Tea turns my heart to gold
Such antioxidants, Green Tea

I hold you constantly in my hand
To steep whenever I may crave
I have both wagered heart and head
My microbiome you've help save

Green Tea is all my joy
Green Tea I will sip all night
Green Tea turns my heart to gold
This antioxidant, Green Tea

This afternoon, I time a Loon
the length that she stays under.
Upon the shore, I keep her score,
amazed and full of wonder.
Beneath a wake, one minute eight.
What is it that she plunders?
***********
No hook needs she to fish so free.
No line nor rod impedes her.
What sense applies to depths she dives?
Which rhythm moves her meter?
As if in air she swims so fair
To seek that which may feed her.
***********
On this Fall day, I wish to stay
and watch her dive and surface.
“Get back to shore!” My mind implores
as work beckons its service.
And yet I stay in silence, bade
the Loon to bear me witness.
************
Share I with Loon this afternoon
to gladly dive and swim?
In friendship be the Loon with me?
With her would I find kin?
No.
As land locked Loon, I must resume
to fish the drink I’m in.

Met a girl called Stormy and I took her back to my place
Feelin' guilded, feelin' rich, hiding affairs everywhere
Stop! Pay off. Stay in control

Stormy, please don't write about me
Cuz I'm really not as sane as can be
And there are Reds, under my bed
And there are Putin's men in my head
And there's a slew of FBI, watching me
They keep stoppin' me, touchin' me, catchin' me, coverin' me

Paranoia, self destroyer. Paranoia, Don's destroyer

Well I hardly sleep, then awake 'n start Tweetin' out fears
Stormy looked at him and thought you will pay well my dear
She said Don, so many things go wrong with you
One day you're gonna self-destruct
You're down, then up, 'n then I'll take you out
You got ah good thing goin', why Tweet the self-doubt

Richee boy ya' self-destroyer. Tweetin' boy ya' self-destroyer

Privileged boy's got so much to live for
POTUS to go for, so much to lie for
You blow it all with, paranoia
Don's so insecure, the self-destroyer

Paranoia, it' will destroy ya
(Here he Tweets again!) paranoia, Storm will destroy yah!

[Re-Write of Stairway to Heaven by LED ZEPPELIN]

There's a POTUS who's sure all that glitters be sold
And he's buying his family a nation.
Once he gets it he knows that no tax be imposed
With a Tweet he just claims what he paid for.
Ooh, ooh, and he's buying his family a nation.

Of past lies he'll foresware of such words not a care
'Cause his turn of a phrase holds no meaning.
Quick to Wall Street he goes, as if Koch's up his nose,
For it's there he abides for receiving.

Ooh, is he a wonder?
Ooh, or did we blunder?

There in sadness begets, when it's millions he gets,
And our spirits are broken and grieving.
In my thoughts I have seen burning Hope, Democracy,
And hear the voices of those who are paying.

Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, are we really going under?

And it's shouted that soon, only Rich call the tune,
Citizen's United has made it their season.
And a new day has dawned for this One Percent Throng,
And The Donald will Twitter their chatter.

If you weren't born with a hedge-fund, be alarmed now,
You are their gift for the taking.

I pray there may be two paths we may go down, but in the long run
Is there still time to change the road we're on?

For this one's a blunder.

Trump Family's running the big show, if you did not know,
The Fates allowing them to join him,

Dear Country, you must feel harsh winds blow, for you now know
He's sold you lies so that he'd cash-in

And as he leads us down this road
His shadow's less and so our souls
Democracy for all we know
Will shine less bright and want for show
How everything thought turned to gold
No longer glistens very hard
The truth will dawn on you at last
When all that's good is in the past
We see our country has been soooooooooooold

For Trump's buy-i-ing his fa-mi-ly ah nay-tion

He'll be fighting with no Tweets
With his children in defeat
And the lies that he unleashed will be gone
For the POTUS spurred Q on
Now sits in judgement for his wrongs
Cuz he decided to incite his crazy throng

I'll tip my hat to our strong constitution
Wipe my brow for there's no revolution
Smile and wave to the Guards on the ground
Who surround the Capitol today
Wish they'd yesterday
When I got on my knees and prayed
He won't rule us again

Deranged, and way off plumb
Trump wanted Q to come
He deliberated with his fold on the Mall
And his words were just insane
And historically unchained
Cuz their banners had been flown to **** calls

I'll tip my hat to our strong constitution
Wipe my brow for there's no revolution
Smile and wave to the Guards on the ground
Who surround the Capitol today
Wish they'd yesterday
When I got on my knees and prayed
He won't rule us again, no, no

Remove the Trump, put his family aside
If this happens we may likely survive
We'll get all his papers and smile at the lies
Though I know those hypnotized wonder why

Do ya?

Yeah

The MAGA in the streets
Look indifferent to me
Yet their slogans will be erased, by-and-by
And the party on the right
Is now losing every fight
And their words have grown less stronger overnight

I'll tip my hat to our strong constitution
Wipe my brow for there's no revolution
Smile and wave to the Guards on the ground
Who surround the Capitol today
Wish they'd yesterday
When I got on my knees and prayed
He won't rule us again, no, no

Yeah

Greet the New Boss
Impeach the Old Boss

If we vote you out we'll celebrate and throw the biggest party
Trump Baby please just go

And if we vote you out we'll buy many tickets from the biggest lottery
Trump Baby please just go, we don't want you to stay

A vote like ours is a vote to ease the mind
We'll never let them slip away!

You've gone too far and now are in a bind
How can you last another day?

When November comes we'll  have no regrets
Of votes we'll cast that day

A vote like ours is a vote to be enshrined
Joyously casting them that day!

You've gone too far and leave no peace of mind
How did it all end up this way?

When November comes we'll  have no regrets
Of votes we'll cast that day

And if we vote you out we'll buy all the tickets from the biggest lottery
Trump Baby please just go, we don't want you to stay

Oh Trump, we just got to have you leaving, yeah
Trump baby please just go, just go, just go

Epigenetics
Avoiding Dementia
Will's Wellness Wager

In-Side-Out . . .
In which five hearts beat
Aluminum, glass, wood and iron
Exoskeleton

Realist-state . . .
Last night I dreamt
We were riding the house down.
Are all our bills paid?

House Warming . . .
Downspouts drip
Rabbits strip expensive shrubs
First clear signs of Spring

I'm gonna need some money to help me
I'm gonna grease somebody's hand
I'm gonna need the staff to hold leaks down
I don’t need Progressives to care
I'm gonna lie and fake their party
They’ll start pulling out their hair
I'm going to cover our state with
La Follette’s ashes and ain’t nobody gonna give a ****

Son of a Preacher
States on the brink
So much blight
Consistently
Son of a Preacher
I don’t fight clean
I’m gonna throw our state away

Oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh

Now for eight long years I've lead this attack
One more is guaranteed
Can we just please keep the lid down
And phone me in with Koch’s link

Son of a Preacher
States on the brink
So much blight
Consistently
Son of a Preacher
I don’t fight clean
I'm gonna throw our state away

Mhm, mhm
Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm
Mhm, mhm
Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm

The state I’m breaking, our water's taken, Foxconn's a guarantee
It’s soul I’m taken, the earth is quaken, no climate's changing me

The state I’m breaking, frac sand is shaken, silica's blowing over me
Your land I’m taken, no hands I’m shaken, voters'll never find me

Son of a Preacher
States on the brink
So much blight
Consistently
Son of a Preacher
I don’t fight clean
I’m gonna throw our state away

Son of a Preacher
States on the brink
So much blight
Consistently
Son of a Preacher
I don’t fight clean
I’m gonna throw our state away

Oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh

COVID's around the Christmas tree
And it seems it will not stop
Mists of it hangs where you will breath
Every droplet goes ker-plop

COVID's around the Christmas tree
Sets the Christmas spiraling
Later will die some family
As the COVID does it's thing

You will get an awful mental feeling when you hear
Voices wailing, melancholy
Death abounds from human folly
COVID's around the Christmas tree
Some will die this holiday
Everyone's gaspin' eerily
In the new pandemic way

You will get an awful mental feeling when you hear
Voices wailing,  melancholy
Death abounds from human folly

COVID's around the Christmas tree
So we'll ZOOM this holiday
Everyone dancin' merrily
In the new-pan-dem-ic waaaaaaaaayyyyyy

Half sphere lights the way
At my side a darker self
Hello, Moon Shadow

Putin supposes that Trump likes Brown-Nosers,
thus Putin supposes quite accurately;
for Sycophant Posers are Brownest of Nosers,
as Putin supposes Trump's Nosers to be.

It’s just sew embossing to put this imprint, butter goes.

Sum tines it feels like my thoughts are just a slurries of malapropos. One right have to another.

I never know what’s coming hexed out of my mouth.
Do you heal me? I’m just slay’en.

Bereave me, it’s twines like these I can’t strand to be a wound myself either.

To parallel Virginia Wool, I need a loom of one zone
To un-tango my thoughts and find dancers to these questions.

Cod-Lamb-It-All-To-Health!
Cheese-IS-RICE!
Will this Rever-end?!

For your sake Mom, Dad
Truth comforts not Dementia
Your Loving Lier

I have thrown away our powers
Joining with Trump's followers
Poured the country down the drain
Now my head I am scratchin'
Cuz this Trump keeps ***** Hatchin'
And I fear he won’t refrain

He has made the U.S. brittle
Played us like a fiddle
And why? I can’t explain
All these thoughts I am thinkin'
I just might well take up drinkin’
If it would only ease the pain

Oh, why is Trump our guy?!
He’s a racist that’s fer shore
He just Tweets these things then says them by the score
And then he tweets and bleets some more

I wish I were a Ruffin'
To stand up to Trump’s puffin'
But I don’t see how I'd gain
I’d be the POTUS 2020
If Repubs still have a Party
And I have not gone insane

Here's something to fear
What he did is abundantly clear
There's our Prez with his phone over there
Tweetin' us we've got to beware

It's time to talk, Ryan, what's Trump done?!
Everybody sees a smoking gun

There're memo lines being drawn
Nunes writes to cover Donald's wrongs
Trump's people freaking their minds
Leave'n Sarah Sanders far behind

It's time to learn, Ryan, what's Trump done
Everybody sees he's on the run

What a news-day for the beat
Russian Robos usin' tweets
Pinging 'n carrying lies
Mostly say, "Don's not on our side"

It's time this stops, Ryan, what Trump's done
Everybody knows what's going on

Paranoia strikes deep
Into Trump's life it does seep
It starts when he always evades
Makes up ah line, then thumbs'll tweet it away

He better stop, Ryan, with them thumbs
Each new tweet makes you look dumb

Speak, Ryan, don't back down
Everybody knows what's going round
Stop, Paul, Don's not sound
Everybody thinks you're just his clown
Speak, Ryan, make a sound
Can you tolerate what's going down?!

Somehow over these few years, we'll get by
When the country has dumped Trump. Once and for all, "Goodbye!"
Someday after The Don goes, skies turn blue
Night screams and all those sweat soaked dreams really don't come true

I pray each night upon a star
To wake up where this Devil's far behind me
Where MAGA Hats and Orange Hair Tops
Away! Like 70's Flip-Flops
That's so fine by me

Some say over this next year, Pigs Will Fly
Pigs Fly over this next year,
Then we'll clean up Trump's Pigsty

If Donald Trump sprouts wings to fly
Beyond all rainbows,
We'll hose down his Stiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiy

He uses Twitter, Twitter, Lord it is  frightening,
All you can see, is flat out crazy
He thinks his Twitter, is a world full of wonder,
Lying and blunders, for all to see!

Everyone Tweets to a certain degree,
Mostly kind and gentle to see,
Tricks he will do when MAGA appear,
They wear no masks when he's near!

He uses Twitter, Twitter, Lord it is  frightening,
All you can see, is flat out crazy
He thinks his Twitter, is a world full of wonder,
Lying and blunders, for all to see!

Don't ask questions that won't please me
Nothing that's nasty like before
I've no passion to be familiar
And I don't need you anymore
-------------------------------------
I will deceive you that we're in trouble
I'll never name the pain and scars
Report it's GREAT TIMES, ignore the bad times
And fake it so that I'm the Star
--------------------------------------
Don't go cryin' while I cash in
You LOVE the color of my hair
You'll always get my crass Tweets and trashin'
Born from narcissistic cares
--------------------------------------
I can't have clever conversations
I'm found wanting cuz it's hard
I just need someone that I can talk through
I'll fake it just to be the Star
-------------------------------------
I need to know that you'll report 'bout me
As always BRILLIANT and TRUE
These lies I make are meant for pleasing me
Repeat them or you are FAKE NEWS!
-------------------------------------
I am your POTUS and that's FOREVER
As Putin wished it from the start
He knows I'm WINNING and much better
And so now this is how we aaaaaaarrrrrrre

Your cellphone rings (spin, spin, spin)
No rhyme or reason (spin, spin, spin)
And most times there is no purpose,
Oh dear heaven

A time to give scorn, a time to lie
A time to plant, a seed to reap
A worthless skill, all time to ****
A time to nash away your teeth

Your cellphone rings (spin, spin, spin)
No legal reason (spin, spin, spin)
For mining is the purpose, oh dear heaven

A time to clam up, a scam to shut down
A time to pounce, a time to warn
A time to cast away phones, a time to gather phones together

For every ring (spin, spin, spin)
No rhyme or reason (spin, spin, spin)
And most times there is no purpose,
Oh dear heaven

A time not of love, more time for hate
A chime for war, less calls for peace
A time you may debase, less time to refrain from debasing

For every ring (spin, spin, spin)
No rhyme or reason (spin, spin, spin)
And most times there is no purpose,
Oh dear heaven

A chime for gain, a time to lose
A chime to reap what has been sewn
A time to love an online date
A time to regret, and hope it's not too late

"I Yyi Yyi fake move tubular my housebound,
to halve and to scold from dismay forward;
for butter, for wurst, for pitchers from pourers,
insecureness and unwealth,
to loaf, sherry, and obit, till breath us do smart,
accordian two cod's holy slaw."