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

USA 2016-2020: The ‘psychosis’ of apotheosis

Originally written during the Trump presidency

 

Acquiesced to the Upper Classes
propagandized, maligned Masses
now fawningly fall for Fascism
turn foot soldiers for Barbarism

Incited by The Leader’s rants
join jumbling frantic forces
while shrewd sycophant fancy-pants
play on God-owned golf courses

Still some seem surprised, haplessly forlorn
Had we not seen enough be to forewarned?

 

Still bumbling benighted

Prior to restored eyesight
was bumbling benighted
had felt anxious & contrite
with outlook unsighted

I just couldn’t envision
the light beyond cataract
before the incision
had seemed remotely abstract

Since as if by Kliegs enhanced my eyesight
would that next my soul shall fill with insight!

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Klieg = an intense carbon arc light especially used in film making

Others may find nuance a nuisance!

If you attempt nuance and grace
you may come across as ‘wise’
to those aces in verbal Mace
and they’ll cut you down to size

Cliches they’ll shout
thought-ending
absent all doubt
truth-bending

Their bearing & manners cocky
think Life is but football, hockey

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– mace = an aerosol that irritates the eyes
– wise = here: as a wise guy; a know-it-all

If our station in Life brings on frustration

Feel ignored, down in the dump
even if by dumb luck
we have gotten rich & plump
or by own sweaty pluck?

Case you still feel neglected
tell who has chump minions but Trump?
Try not feel too dejected
imagine you’d been a sump pump:

You’d gurgle & clank in cellars dark & dank
doomed underground regardless of how you crank

 

 

Stepping up from low(ly) sedans, hiding high up in wheeled towers

Shiny the lacquer
that positively screams:
“Here drives no slacker
but someone lives their dreams!”

Lighting, screens gleaming
painted darkly, sized huge
with gadgets teeming
No measly subterfuge!

Keeps conniving
through windows tinted
pushing, driving
to self unstinted!

But not hard to figger
why the rush to bigger:

Mighty fortress wheeled
of menacing power
as cave, as crutch, shield
We’re King in our Tower!

After clearing out my sedge, wish I could pledge:

Should you ask perchance
what is my opinion
I may look askance
can’t be your dominion?

Could you leave it unasked?
Be it of my own making
got set up in the past
mortified, poor pride aching

So won’t be baited yet again
aftermath just too cruel
So I’ll adamantly abstain
being again that old fool

Even when earnestly solicited
my opinion won’t be elicited