Wall Street execs plundered Everything in sight Then the banks went under That got everyone uptight There’s something to be said For experience But that might well be ******* By judgment and common sense
Things are getting nastier Than they’ve ever been But what is it they plan to do If they want to win
Folks can’t pay their mortgages Or their grocery bills They believe in country first But that won’t cure their ills Attacking the opposition Doesn’t provide an answer That can actually address This ever-growing cancer
Things are getting nastier Than they’ve ever been But what is it they plan to do If they want to win
One side’s throwing mud At the camera screen The other offers no solutions You know what I mean Desperation brings out insanity But it don’t do a thing For folks like you and me
Things are getting nastier Than they’ve ever been But what is it they plan to do If they want to win
Things are getting nastier Than they’ve ever been While suggestions and solutions Have been paper thin The question shouldn’t be Who is he or she All I want to know Is what they’ll do for me
I reached out to you And you smiled You offered your support I just needed a boost Dad, don't help me stand "You can't stand on your own" I turned around And there! I was standing All by myself! A soft pull on the back on my overall A feeling of betrayal Dad, I said don't help me stand As though he heard me He let go And I fell.
Glass on tiles is from broken dishes is from walking home. Trying to find where you live is picking up jagged pieces is wrapping the **** from the contact of the sharp corner colliding with your skin. Dropping the plates feels like 8 PM feels like asking you to pass the salt.
Broken mugs are glued together like an antique puzzle, fragment by fragment found one under the table, found one I stepped on it. Almost reversed except for the lines running around it, the memory and experience also regret. It still works if you're in need of a mug but always drips a little from a crack the glue couldn't fill.
Bought some new dishes fixed the kitchen sink fixed the glass on the tiles. Found new tiles found new reasons to break some new dishes. Forgot to wrap the **** it'll heal anyway forgot to ask to pass the salt the plates dropped themselves. Feels like 8 PM feels like 9 feels like 10. Put the broken dishes away buy some more glue later.
First attempt at conceit poetry, written for a class assignment.
the lightning won't **** you the thunder will boom eardrums squeeze! pop pop pop bust! can't hear slip in the grass dropped amongst bugs and wet smells curl up into a ball and sob you can't even hear yourself sob! lungs burst like eardrums you're a mess the thunder will
Thunder Boom, Clap, Crash It frightens the little girl Thunder Boom, Clap, Crash The little cat meows Thunder Boom, Clap, Crash Outside, people run from it Thunder Boom, Clap, Crash It strikes a tree Thunder