Escapist nonchalance, our learned response

Hope, by hapless dopes
pummeled without letups
it hangs on the ropes:
Such cowardly beat-ups

Our Species on the tightrope
while mouthing learned response
same old soap opera trope:
Escapist nonchalance

If we truly wanted out of this loop
why do we still endure this low to stoop?

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

 

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 hade listat ut
klimatkollaps en ‘grön’ komplott!
De borde väl veta hut
röra till sån korkad kompott!

Tycker troligt att snart
det visar sej uppenbart
att klimatet helt rart
blir svalare å hållbart!

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