Poems

We ran along without a plan

To doom ourselves financially

The days and months and year flew by

Our poorness grew substantially

We buggered off without a clue

To free ourselves of prison chains

The freedom like fresh breaths of air

Our losses seeming more like gains

We sallied forth without a thought

To give ourselves a fighting chance

The guts to take less traveled roads

Our lives a candid tragic dance

We settled down without a choice

To find ourselves inside a dream

The wisdom and the love we saved

Our richness like a raucous scream

Identical twins ready to die

Now hardwired as suicide bombers

Concealing their deadly explosives

Like MAGA obsessed Jeffrey Dahmer's

Identical twins ready to kill

Now dead set as Trump detonators

Cremating Musk within the blast zone

As grim oligarch liquidators

I'm socially insecure

with no medical care

and an empty wallet

I'll reluctantly go in

hand 'pon detonator

to kill trump & musk

Oh, he should've staying in his own lane

Musk had that highway all to himself

he shared a tip-top money spot with no one

and audiences cheered him late on night tv

But he had questionable ideas and plans

and gambled with his cultural fortunes

now, the dumb fuckers cancelled like a leper

and no one hears the richest man alive

I want to live!

But only four more years

after that, I don't care

I must be alive!

Yet only to see his death

before that, oh, I care!

Give it to them good

The case-hardened hearts

turned cadaverous

Hit them where it hurts

The ones who voted

for smug avarice

Sock it to them hard

The cold-blooded souls

dead to neediness

Kick them where it aches

The ones who caved in

to harsh greediness

Sit tight and pour the wine

Long aged inside the cask

Hold on and taste the grapes

Sour setbacks put to task

Stay put and raise the glass

Half full before fast downed

Stand up and make a toast

To love so finely found

If they take my social security check away

I'm going to explode like a microwave potato 

Then I'll be as a new French revolutionary

volunteering to become a guillotine operator

WANTED: Master marksman,

long rifle experiences a musk

Cyanide or piano wire, we give the bad men choice

either way we care not, and our eyes shall not go moist

the vile men pick wrong paths, their zeniths curl to frowns

and in the end they'll never win because we shan't back down

The world 'tis our oyster, we're holding fast at sixty-five

enjoying foods plus better moods whilst processing alive

We're aging like a cheddar, deeper flavors stronger tastes

we're wisdom 'pon the rear-view mirror savoring less haste

Yes, the world's still our oyster, no longer pearly insides fake

until we lay us down to sleep a better necklace we shall make

The baddies took over

And they grabbed everything

Their greed killed the planet

In the name of the king