The despot’s dense fog dims the dawn
His dormant brain doth favor brawn
His sycophants suck up and fawn
He deems each subject lowly pawn
The unchecked disease he doth spawn
Deep sixes coffins ‘neath dank lawn
Stay Publicly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!
‘Tween Trump’s ears is brick-brick-brick
‘Neath man boobs he’s thick-thick-thick
His brain cells don’t click-click-click
On uptake ain’t quick-quick-quick!
Trump’s pandemic; ick-ick-ick
Has made millions sick-sick-sick
Works not one damned lick-lick-lick
Our time runs out tick-tick-tick!
Trump’s a grabber; chick-chick-chick
In grrrls’ necks he’s crick-crick-crick
Lusts to dip his wick-wick-wick
Fems do brand him; prick-prick-prick!
Trump’s dictator; dick-dick-dick
Courts red staters; hick-hick-hick
Not blue voters’ pick-pick-pick
Out rear door we’ll kick-kick-kick!
Watching the late summer sunset through the real world window
Ten nimble fingers commit black font phrases onto the white field
All is one mere copy and paste away from the launching platform
Notions, once liberated, attain light velocity all across the WWW.
Worrying overwhelms, knowing the misinformed, misguided sheeple
Pledge undeserved. unconditional allegiance to the surly absolutist
He’s their praise junkie hero; a zero who knows not, wrong from right
Trumps day with night, right with might; Tramples black with white.
Wondering, as fireflies, moon and stars strain through the darkness
How could anyone accept his diseased, decayed, devastated world?
As crossed forearms now cradle weary head, crickets sing a lullaby
Once dreams query reality, can a brilliant answer arrive with sunrise?
Stay Safe at Home! Stay Publicly Masked! Stay Healthy!
Stay Safe at Home! Stay Publicly Masked! Stay Healthy!
Heed this A.P.B. warning: Freaks have fled their cage!
Both creeps now hog spotlight, upon the world stage,
Here’s where pathogen, deadly, goes on its rampage,
As does its encroaching enabler, whose maw oft farts rage!
Microbe and micro-brain Monarch, neither is willing,
To forswear selfish claims, each is owed the top billing,
Their club of choice is the fear, each is instilling,
Both are foes to humanity, both hellbent on killing!
Their disease, double whammy, oft debilitates,
They are what they are: depraved degenerates!
Grim Reaper germ denies life; populace decimates,
Putz decries freedom; his subpar strife devastates!
Yoo-Hoo 18-plus citizens! You, who are stateside dwellers!
Be you gender-fluid or prototype ladies or fellers,
Our homeland will die, sans enough Trump rebellers,
Let’s cast our absentee ballots, while safe in our cellars!
With sera and meds, still in R & D stage,
To avoid COVID-19, heed this advice, sage!
Wash hands, social distance, mask to face PLEASE engage!
Adults never whine and throw tantrums! So DO act your age!
Nightmares don’t awaken me. They greet my reluctantly opening
eyes at the dawn of each worthless, godforsaken, pandemic day.
Another groaned, “Oh gawd, not again”, best sums up my mood.
Damn it! Still imprisoned by that insufferable, infantile, narcissistic
ideologue, who walks hand-in-hand with a microbe. They set forth
on a whistle-stop tour thru the diseased nation of their own making.
Chronicling the passage of time are my rapidly growing lawn and
hedge; the clockwork-like blooming of the seasonal perennials: the
computer chronometer; the refuse / recycling trucks’ weekly arrival.
Throwing open the dining room curtains; that “Have a Nice Day”
scene aids and abets that unseen by the naked eye, lurking bio-
hazard. Even a minor miscue could mean it’s curtains! I’m toast!
Next up, the no motivation, no-frills food prep; that same old /
same old fare; all served up, piping hot, upon a table overlooking
the A.M., freeze frame, window to the world, that I no longer know.
From my front porch, I view my hood’s furloughed workers’ parked
grimy cars; windshields plastered by avian, avant-garde artists. The
once unnoticed, whooshing breezes, cast an otherworldly ambience.
Endless hours spent surfing the Net; gaining solace from my blogging
and perusal of the written and split-screen content posted by other
socially isolating souls. Will our noble efforts wind up all for naught?
At times, come the unavoidable, leave my protective bubble, masked,
ventures into town, to post remittances and lay in provisions. I cherish
the “Do you think it’s gonna rain?” chitchat with a grocery store cashier.
Such impromptu confabs inspire a stray tear of joy; ditto that, my home
repairs’ completed Hail Mary Passes; when my hood’s rabbits don’t fear
and flee me; when I pluck a lucky four-leaf clover they hadn’t scarfed.
By dusk, more no-motivation, no-frills food prep; that same old /
same old fare, all served up, piping hot, upon a table overlooking
the P.M. freeze frame, window to the world, that I no longer know.
Evening brings binge re-watching of ancient dramas / sitcoms; narratives
so familiar, verbatim delivery of the protagonists’ lines comes EZ. By the
stroke of 12, it’s one more calendar rectangle to “x” off; time to nod off.
