Yes, too much to ask:
Don’t interfere
we won’t wear a mask
too cavalier!
Then haven’t we sacked
any & all fact?
With all lies stacked
lost all sense & tact?
Facts are too socialist & abstract
won’t let such ungodliness detract!
Not discrete. Together, and just plain effete
We grind in daily strife absurd
opaque our faith & locus
Reality banned, vision blurred
all jarringly out of focus
We’re distracted by games of fantasy
with noses on screens ubiquitous
sunken in political apathy
to power elite obsequious
As we woefully bray
behind foul a bellwether
aren’t we deserving prey
to perish all together?
While we’re presuming to be discreet
aren’t we’re all just cowering effete?
Watch the ‘Stable Genius’ stabilize The Virus!
Had he only readied tests
before the virus pounced
would we be in ‘house arrests’?
Life as we knew it trounced?
While for scientists problematic
since turned inept & erratic
by boastful meddling trumplematic
while his base cheers on ecstatic!
Of such noble creed & greed
how come ‘leadership’ lackluster?
Why won’t this Virus pay heed
to blaming, bully & bluster?
… or she’ll run wild, Anxiety!
In these harsh times of misgiving
with outcomes looming unclear
both unhinged & unforgiving
when we ‘converse’ by bronx cheer
Best not resort to piety
nor indulging propriety:
Just hold that leash short & tight
or she’ll run wild, Anxiety!
On darkening path of blight
below clouds of dubiety
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?
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?
If your station in Life brings on frustration
Feeling ignored, down in the dump
whether you by mere dumb luck
have gotten famous rich & plump
or by own persistent pluck?
Case you still feel neglected
not having chump minions like Trump
try not feel too dejected
imagine you’d been a sump pump:
You’d gurgle & clank in cellars wet, dark & dank
doomed underground regardless of how hard you crank!
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
In righteous ire setting themselves afire
For a while and of late
many a hair-triggered spate
of much deep-seated hate
been spewing out of the gate
With good manners dispensed
in righteous ire
ugly crowds get incensed
set themselves afire
But hard of course, at the ball, not to prance
when you’re the only one who knows to dance!
Erstwhile maiden moping, while still hoping
She had been pining
for a charmer
a knight in shining
gleaming armor
Then caught her on-white-horse-knight
after courtship whirlwind!
A leftist who wasn’t too bright
now she suffers chagrined
By now peeled off her lacquer
an aging woman less busty
He turned out a bald slacker
armor cracked & hinges rusty
Next she hopes to find someone who won’t annoy her
perhaps a well-to-do Republican lawyer?