How not to cringe
at ‘lawmakers’ fringed
How Tories binge
in fantasy hinged
In their bungling chorus
some still spound like Boris!
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Boris Johnson: the former UK prime minister
Clearly she ain’t fainting from painting
There was this artist named Yana
after inhaled marijuana
rather chomped pizza with extra cheese
than painted another masterpiece
Quaint her take on what’s Nirvana
Some drivers go vroom when pass! Others let up on the gas!
As a cyclist I get numerous opportunities to speculate on why the drivers who pass me leave such varying space between their car and my bike:
If ego of the ‘driver ace’
is bigger than their whatever car:
Then rarely enough passing space
as such driver entitled by far
While going to be plenty room
if smaller ego than the auto:
Then passing goes smooth without vroom
unless driver on phone like blotto
But needs not cause a glitch:
If from roadway cyclists switch
to their much safer niche
of riding down in the ditch!
She ain’t aware how lost in Screenland. If she did would she care?
Did we hear she moved to Greenland
but ain’t that too far away & cold?
No, it was rather to ‘screenland’
gone ‘baaaa’, while foraging in the fold
She’s living there since years ago
thought first was just commuting
but each time returned more aglow
thus found ourselves confuted
Easy to tell when lost on Greenland
while unaware how lost in ‘screenland’
Able find peace in ‘any’ place, o yeah?
Claiming peace of mind in ‘any’ place
such silly presumptive prattle
Sure, in sweet cities blessed by God’s grace
be they Stockholm or Seattle
Quite another kettle of fish, uh
if in Gaza or Mogandishu?
Indulging in lives silly
We’re breaking & turning
hours snail bumber to bumber
Tempers flaring, churning
Minds weaker, bodies plumper
Had hoped we might discern
at the very least
but we lack much concern
over being fleeced
while indulging in lives silly
on lonely dead-end roads chilly
Should we mind a sapless grind?
What if our daily tedium
in steady relinquishment
makes us a happy medium
absent all distinguishment?
Do we simply not mind
a sapless downward grind?
Slouches on couches?
Aren’t we obstinate slouches
when try hide from our deepest fears
on Life’s pillows & couches
where we’re sinking down to our ears?
Are we thoroughly deflated
or effectively effete
or only sadly stalemated
lacking courageous heartbeat?
Why not bravely pursue what’s life-giving
rather than consume mired in misgiving?
Frantically cleaning as the world keeps careening
Are we cleaning our homes more these days?
When the world gets overweening
we are promptly convening
us well-meaning, and get cleaning
way to make sense, find meaning?
But to scrub off of common surface grime
way easier than power elite’s slime
How shrillness electronic made stillness anachronic
Wondrous solace of stillness
eludes us without fail
when electronic shrillness
pierces through nature’s veil
Might one of those clueless clods
(who with such hapless abandon
plugs in their stylish ear pods)
find for Net surfing a stand-in?
How without stillness & solitude
shall we re-connect with rectitude?