"millard" poems
by James Bruce
You’re the top!
You’re the top!
You’re a Millard Filmore,
You’re the top!
You’re the Girls of Gilmore,
You’re lucidity’s not Huckabee’s weird views,
You’re an immigrator,
A great debator,
You’re not Ted Cruz!
You’re the style,
Of a Ronald Reagan,
You’re the smile of a foxxy Megyn,
Were you Hillary, you’d be pilloried, and flop!
But if Donald, Ailes’s the bottom, you’re the top!
You’re the top!
You’re the Wall of China,
You’re the top!
You’re acute angina,
You’re hyperbole that’s a felony in Queens,
You’re Rand Paul’s mama,
Barack Obama,
You’re full of beans!
You’re the star,
Of the G.O.P. camp,
You’re a jam on a Christie bridge ramp,
I’m a crippling loan, a Roger Stone, a flop!
But if baby, Jeb’s sunk lower, you’re the top!
You’re the top!
You’re a well-coiffed dandy,
You’re the top!
Your hair’s cotton candy,
You’re assets vast that cast a glow of Trumpf
You’re a Carly visage,
The Greenwich Village,
You’re Friedrich Drumpf!
You’re demure,
You’re a friend of pollsters,
You’re the spur on some heels with holsters
I’m not fit to race, too commonplace, a sop!
But if Donald, I’m rock bottom, you’re the top!
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 11:42 AM UTC
“The dad I always wanted is about to leave me. How is that fair?”
Words written by Bart Millard
Words that hit me like a ton of bricks.
That’s how I felt with my mom.
In the few years before her death, she became the mom I always wanted and then just like that, she was gone. Just when I felt like I was getting closer to her, the moments were ripped away from me. It wasn’t fair at all.
But it did give me and Dad a chance to finally get to know each other and have a better relationship. He apparently didn’t want that. He was in a hurry to “fall in love” with someone else so that he didn’t have to get close to me. When the first woman sadly passed away, he didn’t even try then either. Dad has NEVER shown interest in me. He just pretends to around other people. He fools them all.
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 9:35 PM UTC