Roaring down highways
Barbecuing landmarks
Chastising Girl Scouts
Emulating despots.
‘Round every corner
Evil doers lurk
Hiding their enmity
‘Neath smarmy smirks.
How do they sleep nights?
Minds filled with bile
Greed over principle
Seduction using guile.
In this topsy turvy world
Where hatred disguised as good
Seeks dominion o’er the masses
Words of power are my shield.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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Thanks!
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Powerful!
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Thank you! This one kind of erupted from my brain full blown.
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That sounds painful!
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Well, I had my mouth open at the time.
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Aha!
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you’re a Superhero… shouting out ….which is more effective than my pouting …write on.
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Change “pouting” to “angst” and it’s grooving sounding.
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