thugs trump and other butchers…

no resolutions
just prayers for survival
god save the children

 

junk yard dogs…

 

i checked in
to see
aunt bea
after
returning
from

a business trip
to
washington dc
aunt bea
noticed
that i was
upset
and
asked why
i said
i’m having difficulty comprehending
the hostility
that’s
being engendered
by
the white house
i just don’t know
why
aunt bea
said
as a child
i recall
that
the junkyard
down by the river
had
high fences
to
conceal
an array of trash
collected
over a lifetime
and
probably
illegal whiskey stills
it

also
had
the most vicious dogs
dogs
barking
day and night
hoping
to instill fright
into anyone
who dared
to
attempt to see
what
was
truly
behind
the fence