Cast your eye
ankle high
to the message wall
six inches tall
an instructive blurb
from the stony curb
inflicting think
with paint and ink
about a world
that’s on brink
Don’t be led by the moronic clown
who doesn’t know
what’s up from down
who sows the seeds
of discontent
and puts our feet
into cement
Don’t be fooled by the moronic clown
who doesn’t know
what’s up from down
who creates the chaos
in the street
then sends in troops
to “keep the peace”
who says that he’s
the only one
who can fix the shit
that he has done
Don’t be led by the moronic clown
who wears his lies
like a crown
who proffers hate
through Russian bots
while sending fascist
forget-me-nots
Shift your view
below your shoe
to the message wall
six inches tall
to the good advice
for one and all
inflicting think
with paint and ink
about a world
that’s on brink
If you haven’t had a chance yet, please check out my book, My Paper, My Words: Rantings from a Progressive Boomer and Peeved Parent, from Amazon. And if you feel moved to write a review of the book, on Amazon, or anywhere else, I’d be honored.
My Paper, My Words is a collection of essays, stories, and poems that reflect the challenges of a middle-class husband and father trying to navigate a rapidly changing political, religious, and technological landscape of post-911 America.

