Dead-ended

I’ve gone bald
too often galled
mostly stalled
no longer called

Turned too old
no longer bold
feeling cold
soon now I’ll fold

and were it not for those wondrous jokes
would think life might be a horrid hoax

On the bully podium

Donito Trumpolini
that orange odium
backbone like spaghettini
on bully podium:

Under blustering guise
of Reality no sleuth
makes up, as-he-goes, lies
Knows not much about what’s Truth

As he always needs to prevail
accordingly he trims his sails

All you purveyors of false hope

Issues themselves furled
left for you to react
Your sneering lips curled
no need to deal in facts

Self-described as ‘optimism’
while flimsy delusion
as well a glib euphemism
for ‘gutless collusion’

Your consuming in a fool’s paradise
leaves the rest of to pay the baneful price

 

On life’s tepid voyage

Claims she’s a ‘happy medium’
while seems on life’s tepid voyage lost
Self-corralled in tired tedium
chasing distraction at any cost

Too long mired in routines repetitious
to try launch any changes auspicious?

Superbt namn Sundin, rimmar ju på bensin

Alltid lika genuin
i sin kraftfulla bil
som bälgar i sej bensin
kör han i komfort, stil

De Gröna håller på å hyckla
med ”Kör mindre, försök å cykla!”

Men han har ju listat ut
klimatkollaps en ‘Grön’ komplott!
De borde väl veta hut
röra till sån korkad kompott!

Han vet att ganska snart
ska visa sej uppenbart
att klimatet så rart
blir svalare å hållbart!

Så han fortsätter köra utan ånger
och njuter i doften av bensinångor