Unchain

In a nation driven by envy and greed
Lives a society where only a few will succeed
Eager only to educate, house or feed
An entitled contempt for those left in need

The culture of scorn and outright disdain
Keep unfortunate souls locked up in the chain

An unending quest to always have more
Has institutionalized abuse of the poor
Imagine if all of the resources for war
Were used to strengthen humanity’s core

When dealing daily with hunger and pain
There’s no fight left to break from the chain

Importance, once judged by size and girth

Is now solely measured by ones’ net worth

Separated to “haves” and “nots” right at birth

Instead of nurturing all life on Earth

Civilization has a lot more to gain
If mankind is freed from the poverty chain

 

Save Christmas from the Communists

Onward Christian solders, The time has now come

To reject this holiday as it has succumb

To the Marxist agenda of a liberal Pope

Who dares question our wealth in attempts to spread hope

 

For you know I will fight tooth, nail and fist

To try and save Christmas from the Communists…

The laze of the poor comes at great cost to us

In the global war against the prosperous

Don’t care if you’re impoverished, look under my tree

The swipe of my card fixed the economy

Imagine if everyone had the same ole' lists

We have to save Christmas from the Communists…

The pain and suffering is easy to ignore

If you don’t acknowledge the existence of poor

Get em to work instead of just play

don’t Rush to help cause that’s not the way

I see nothing wrong with a stop and frisk

To try and save Christmas from the Communists…

No time to wipe anguish off a hungry face

I’m decorating my house so it’s seen from space

The glowing lights washout global despair

And let me enjoy Christmas without even a care

May the ignorance fueling my God given bliss
Be the savior of Christmas from the Communists...

 

Looking for Love

Companionship and devotion
Require you to concede

How vulnerable you are
And what it is that you need

Loneliness builds to the brink
But you bare it,

You know what a feeling feels like
So share it

Unaware if it’s love
Or merely just lust,

But honestly looking
For someone to trust,

Avoid foolish expectations
Of ease or perfection

And the continuous fear
Of personal rejection

There isn’t one recipe,
Path or cause

Except learning to love
The embracement of flaws

Doug "more or" less

There once was a guy named Doug

With a schnoz too big for his mug

And although it looks tacky

When he wears all Khaki

I still want to give him a hug

Growing up in a brook that was “stony”

He must not have been a phony

Cause early in life

He met his wife

and has yet to pay alimony  

His driving test was no breeze,

But with Michigan and Harvard degrees

He learned in college

To be an “officer of knowledge”

So now he can do as he please

Just hanging with Zacky and Zoe

And Watching the little ones grow

But when Zoologist or Dancer

Are looking for an answer

Apa’s the one who will know

Lover of fossils and rocks

And sandals worn with socks

Inspired by Muppets

The use of puppets

Is incorporated into his talks

Blessed with a darn good Dad

We all didn’t turn out so bad

Taught that logic and reason

Is “in” every season

And for this we’re eternally glad

Faith in Fate

Pretending we can just be friends
While knowing that is fake

Time with you has become a test
Of the torture I can take

It hurts so bad every time I leave
A wound that won't fully heal

Needing to come back for more
Just to be sure I can feel

Is there no undoing
Once you've mated my soul?

Is a heart already broken
If it’s never been whole?

I wish you knew I love you
But I haven't put up the fight

I’m afraid that I'd lose you forever
If the timing isn’t right

Believing in not knowing
I can only sit and wait

Looking for the stars to align
I have Faith in Fate.