Land of the Free, No Matter the Cost— a poem

Captain O’Crazy-town, bankruptcy boy Held rallies and golfed, dumb isn’t a ploy COVID denier- was one week too late Pandemic talons sunk in every state ~ ~ 20,000 people could’ve been spared Experts warned, he didn’t listen or didn’t care Two weeks- 40,000 might not have died Instead, 60k projected lost lives ~ ~ Played … Continue reading Land of the Free, No Matter the Cost— a poem

Tangled up in Blue— Foreboding — a limerick

No political pontification Today, only alienation... I feel excluded Not yet invited? To escape, or is it vacation?I read this statistic yesterday: The U.S. State Department has reported a 47% increase in the number of US passports issued in 2019, bringing the yearly total to 20,690,491. Where is everyone going? Is this spike a contingency … Continue reading Tangled up in Blue— Foreboding — a limerick

But Barisma— a poem

The fat lady is warming up with scales Watch today as our Constitution fails Supreme Court Justice John Roberts presides This half trial- which a stained jury decides ~ Add to Trump’s crimes felony bribery Campaign funds funneled to the GOP Elected officials bow to a traitor They’re paid off, each a political whore ~ … Continue reading But Barisma— a poem

How The Grump Made Impeachmass

Democrats in the House liked the US a lot. Grump and his enablers, who loved Putin, did not! All-day, there were lies. GOP lies, lies, and noise! There’s one thing I hate! LIES and NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!” Tap-tapping, short Grump fingers nervously tweeting, "Must find a way to keep Biden from unseating!" “I know … Continue reading How The Grump Made Impeachmass

Fer Me Wee’est Spawn’s High School Gradeation Dey

T’ be youngest yer blessed and yer cursed Tho loose lips claim bein’ middle’s worst Yer ma’s big regret: Years swabbin’ the deck Fer time’s cruel, and can ne'er be reversed ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Give no quarter to tricks nature plays Ye’ll be me laddie all o’ yer days Wi’ yer sea legs on Heave ho, chase … Continue reading Fer Me Wee’est Spawn’s High School Gradeation Dey

A Pirate Limerick Fer Yer Mums Day

*Repostin from Mum’s Days of yore— fer tis a mumosa hoistin day fer sum, argh. Deep in me core aye heart me spawn three, Me three spawn, they say, also heart me. Once joined at the hip, Till through they did slip, Since then aye’ve naer longed to be free. *more mother’s day👇🏼 https://alotfromlydia.wordpress.com/2016/05/07/what-did-you-weigh/