They're speaking Spanish behind my back They're planning something clandestine I'm certain of that You can call me a paranoid old fool But if you could hear their whispers You'd be worried too So, don't scold or condemn me Because I won't turn a blind eye To either of the scheming guys While these two make plans In a language I don't understand
Inspired by my evil bilingual nieces who drive their old uncle to pieces! How I suffer so. 😓
Fed-up with their constant fulminating Using the Constitution as justification for intimidation They parade around with their military assault weapons Warning they also carry concealed handguns They bloviate how they’re ready to kill anyone Who dares challenge their rightwing ideology
So, he began searching his storage closet While sorting through his old belongings Images of those dead children he taught Murdered in his school’s mass shooting Flashed vividly in obsessional imagery
Liars here Liars there Liars fucking everywhere Dershowitz in his underwear
Truth is an endangered species In this, my nation of mendacity "Fuck the Ninth Commandment" Said We the People of alternative facts Even the hallelujah television evangelists Preach, “Murder the Truth dead”
Damn these sewage sucking leaders Wanting to hide the Truth in a basement Where citizens aren’t allowed to see it Pretending to be patriotic Senators These dirty rotten motherfuckers Are nothing more than traitors ...
Once my priorities of noteworthy centered around success and making money. Till the Grim Reaper, that sneaky shadowy creeper, surrounded my heart with a cancerous tumor.
For nearly a year he tried to drag me through Death's door, across a needle strewn floor, but I resisted his persistence. Finally, the Grim Reaper disappeared but not before saying, "Be rest assured, someday I will return."
Forever after my priorities have changed. Money has become nothing more than an annoying necessity. Success is defined by treating others as I would me.