I want to party with Havarti.
Life is better with Cheddar.
Can never miss with Swiss.
I'm a punster with Munster.
A backpack of Monterey Jack.
Stella loves her Mozzarella.
You can't disagree with Brie.
A happy Buddha with Gouda.
Never alone with Provolone.
Greta caught stealing Feta.
Staccato noises with Ricotta.
A fondue made out of Bleu.
Stones made with Mascarpone.
Sean is covered in Parmesan.
An oldie but always good is Colby.
A margarita along with some Cotija
I could keep going, but ending it.
I don't want to get carried a-whey.
I've milked this for long enough.
It's utterly ridiculous one might say.
Friday, August 9, 2019
Sunday, August 4, 2019
"Monsters"
I wasn’t planning on writing this poem today, but after two shootings
in one day, I couldn’t hold back anymore.
"Monsters"
Monsters are lurking amongst us
Most hiding amongst the shadows
Some are proudly worn like armor.
A parasite that is continuing to grow.
Fed by the growing tumor of hatred
A cancer spread through the screens.
A magazine fully loaded with anger.
Unleashed among chaotic screams.
Their blood splattered on the walls.
Empty shells scattered on the floor.
As the news breaks, staring in shock.
Another day, another story of gore.
Monsters are walking among us.
With their manifestos and creeds
They wear their demons like armor.
Hailed as a martyr for their deeds.
We are now on a downward spiral
Into a future of hatred and anarchy.
Divided we are, continuing to fall
As we lose all touch with humanity.
No longer love; fear thy neighbor
We have lost sight of what matters.
The fires of hope snuffed by hate
A gun shot causes peace to shatter.
Monsters are no longer ashamed.
Unfiltered and raw as they rally.
A nation torn asunder by alienation
Is now a realm of shooting galleries.
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