Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Never mind I treat him crudely
as I live by this dictum:
He may not talk to me rudely
or I’ll turn aggrieved victim!
So what if I kicked him?
He’s just too hapless
So what if I tricked him?
So sadly sapless
Only I may claim victimhood
at least in my own neighborhood!
In early morning still
not the time to lounge
From early morning’s chill
must keep going, scrounge!
No time shall be wasted
get hopping, scurry!
Much needs to be hasted
stir up a flurry!
For ain’t living calmly, serene
but for laziness a smoke screen?
How lightning fast she shovels
words in to the hopper
phrases flimsy like hovels
while no one can stop her
Nor can she. How sadly
as distracting madly
“All options are on the table!”
Beltway adulterated
phrase, a repeated worn fable
brainwashed, acculturated
Elite chattering
with scrounged-up oompf
in self-flattering
here goes, harrumph:
Blurting the same old canned phrase
(like talking dolls with battery)
piling on Empire’s proud praise
amidst harsh weapons clattery
Virtuous Officialdom
sure to expunge Evil
They stand up for Christendom
and Freedom’s Retrieval!
Those hard toiling ribboned Elite elves
they simply just cannot help themselves
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ribboned = here: honored with service ribbons, medals, awards etc
Been traipsing in to Fascism
in brash American style
on filthy rug of Racism
spouting sick sentiments vile
Are we finding it acceptable
to indulge denial thinking
of cruelty insusceptible
observing while barely blinking
But all ain’t lost, thanks to Kakistocracy
we’ve been saved from worse: Social Democracy!
Ever iridescent
loftily Perfection soars
allure effervescent
unmoved by she who implores
Through ages in vain beseeched
humans have grasped for Perfection
Hotly pursued, rarely reached
adamant in its rejection
Crimped as by pitiless pliers
or hammered flat on anvil, yammered
then thrown in to rejection’s fires
Still pursues our species enamored
then thrown in to rejection’s fires.
Still pursues our species enamored.
Tired of hearing myself talking
in fat ego distention
of balking, hawking & squawking
Bring on an intervention!
Rarely found nibblers eager
taste my wilted phrases salad
culinary most meager
displayed in dry servings pallid
May lack knack but for the odd ditty
commonly more wobbly than witty?
Vadå, ska vi upphöra
att slösa å förstöra?!
Ej längre tid att förspilla
så vi rusar runt bråttom.
Har en planet att försnilla
så ingen tid för andrum!
Barnens framtid då? Ovidkommande!
Väl inte vårt tillkortakommande?!
With valiant perseverance
in one united voice:
“We brook no interference
with Consumer Choice!
We blindly march in lockstep
while anger & planet smolder
We prattle, whine, chase & schlepp
Cassandras get the cold shoulder
How silly we’re beaming
unbeknownst benighted
Down yet another alley
on yet another day
by yet another sally
stirring another fray
Such manner leads us astray
Let’s tread another pathway:
One that lets us live life caring
not taking but in giving
Our predator teeth not baring
Not blaming but forgiving!
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giving = also: the quality or state of being resilient