united sleepy hollows…

having seen
washington’s
headless horseman
the blind bag prophet
said to me
i ain’t saying
griffin’s photo
wasn’t in bad taste
hell
i didn’t like
the monkey version
of
obama
nor
the one with
hillary
bursting
from his chest
so
anytime
one stoops
to the level
of those
talked about
one becomes
the monster
but
the fact is
political cartoons
are generally
tasteless
and
in the case
of the headless wonder
i think it was
symbolic
of
what ‘s happening
to others
in this country
and
world
as a result
of
self-centered behaviors
with
an attitude
of
let them eat cake
lots
of families
gonna die
cuz
of current policies
we
won’t see
their bloodied heads
but
they’ll
truly
be dead

with apologies to john 16:33…

i built this tree-house
from which
i can
observe
the heavens
and
the earth
without
worldly influence
except for
the occasional bee
or
sounds emanating
from
the pears
i’ve harvested
and
dine upon
it’s
an excellent place
to resolve
issues
of the soul
a soul
that grows
so weary
of hypocrites
and
bullies
those
self-selected strawmen
suckling on society
all the while
protesting to be
our
savior
deliverer
from all evil
as well as
all the cash
we may have
lying around
and
although
their derelict dreams
dominate
the national cartoon networks
i am of good cheer
for next year’s
another
election year

ain’t no wonder…

the brown bag prophet
said
a jury
can watch
a
police video
of
a rogue cop
shooting
an unarmed black man
point
blank
and
the jury
will
argue
for days
about
the validity
of
the evidence
and
then
end up with
a
hung
jury
it’s
no wonder
the current
white house
feels
it can do anything
it wants
and
still maintain
popular support
even
if it kills
a bunch
of
them
point-blank

defacing graves…

and
what
shall we
tell
the dead
that
all
their sacrifices
for
freedom
were
uncalled for
since
we’ve
surrendered
freedom
to
a snake oil salesman
who
slithers
above
the moral
and
sacred
grounds
that holds
what remains
of
their
mortal frames
those
rotting corpses
that now
sadly
resembles
the human rights
for
which
they
died

political bedfellows…

political-bedfellows

our bed is empty when you are there
death’s black coldness grasp even our souls as you approach