We like each other.
This is like telling the birds
to not gather in flocks,
the buffalo to not travel in herds,
the wolf to hunt alone.
There is a hurt in it,
a primal pain.
Like an ant separated from the colony, we
search for the trail left by the others.
David Jackson
Trump is God
Trump is God.
He even looks like God.
He’s jealous.
He demands to be worshiped above all Gods.
He smites the ones who oppose Him
and lays waste to the blue state Gomorrah
with pestilence.
He has given of Himself when He
could have been making more Billions.
His sacrifice brings more tears
than a God would sacrifice
as He dispenses His Grace
to those who worship Him
and death to those who don’t.
I’ll pass
and wait for Barron.
She kept Him away from Daddy.
He’s making Wine in the Penthouse.
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Corona Poem | Everything’s Fine
The day had started with
spraying Clorox on the mailbox
and virus infected mail
and the trip to the ATM to get dirty money
obtained by touching a screen
touched by many hands.
I wiped the disease ridden cart
and pushed it into Walmart.
It preferred to circle the store
by turning to the left.
As the cart led me around Walmart
to the left,
to the left,
let’s go to the left,
I selected infested products
put on shelves by humans
and I passed by other humans,
breathing, breathing,
touching,
touching things.
I soon had a contaminated cart
full of contaminated items
and I was ready to use
another contaminated touch screen
and bring these diseased items
into my house.
Everything’s fine.
