I have
another
think
coming
it’s coming
it’s
coming
it’s
I’m
so
so so
so
so tired
I have
another
think
coming
it’s coming
it’s
coming
it’s
I’m
so
so so
so
so tired
You did this
with your dubious deceit
telling tales
of bogus demons
breaching unfortified frontiers.
You did this
from your bankrolled pulpit
spurring fury
against foreign facts
crushing old-hat bias.
You did this
turning neighbor against neighbor
by building your brand
of pretentious patriotism.
We will end this
with our conscious commitment
proclaiming faith
in fairness and fact
ahead of unverifiable views.
I’ve started to clear
the so-what stench
of sweat-soiled shirts
from my bedroom floor
the I-don’t-care crust
from dirty dishes piled
in my kitchen sink
the what’s-the-point stance
from seedy-wild weeds
of my unwatered lawn
I’m replacing my thoughts with
scouring suds, rinse, and spin cycle
followed by fabric-softener freshness
and a light-starch press
lemon-fresh foam
in a hot-watered bath
and a dry dish towel
lush flowering shrubs
inviting honey bees and butterflies
to my small patch of paradise
They talked
of Jesus
between bites
of bacon
and runny-yoke
soaked hash browns
They talked
they mocked
bleeding hearts
shedding liberal tears
for the souls
of the others who are lost
They talked
and chomped
on buttery toast
cheering chains that bind
the others to choices
they’re not allowed to make
They talked
of Jesus
between slurps
of creamy coffee
but the way they talked
I knew
They didn’t know
Jesus
I dream
of sapphire skies
dappled with
cotton-ball clouds
and rainbow rays.
But smoldering smog
from western fires
block the blue
and prismatic sprays
from itchy eyes.
What can we do
to wash the winds
infected by
our selfish flare
our casual concern?
It starts with one.
It starts
with
me.