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The Queen is useless Nothing she uses Is what she produces Sure, sure When the V-2 flew She drove for the caduceus But let’s face it
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Tyrone tasted the twilight tea The time tick tick tocked Ten-thirty ‘Twas time Tyrone the tumbling turtle Tartan tied tight
Once we were wild In the temple of the forest we filed The hum-di-dum-dum of the drum Filled the air As the moonlight glare
They’re killing us One day at a time Isn’t it all so sublime Limelights and vaunted fights Over teams Over so called “culture wars”
Wallflower standing there Feeling the energy in the air Life of the party Chained down by uncertainty and apprehension
There’s work to be done Later we can have fun Emotions and desires Stuffed down To the point of drowning In our own fear
We were shaken When five lives were taken But one is not mistaken When they cheer For the one that took them from here
Just vote There’s no knife to your throat Just vote Who cares if you can afford your child’s new coat Just vote We need a new boat
The game of life is rigged Death always wins Crawling on our fins Now obsessed with our sins From the dawn of rain
Pull the cap off What will you write today? An odious ode Of men sold to gold That smell of things so old Their story is no longer told
Today they say write about comfort But what do you do when all that should comfort you are set on destroying you? They say they love you
The first poem was written while visiting a friend recently. They were going through some rough times that I couldn’t help them with. I hope they enjoyed it, and it helped their spirits. I think you all will enjoy it as well.
