Guilty As Charged

 

Guilty As Charged

I had to stop the noise
for it had become my failures
from which there had been
no pause for escape
so that I could settle
my scores of ill fate
hidden within human frailties
when I realized who are
we really competing up
or against?
all these imaginary battles
in this hard fought
but easily lost race
other than ourselves
and in that moment
I didn’t even recognize
until I wiped the
condensation off
the bathroom mirror
that it was the woman
in the mirror staring
back at me
with that harsh
judgmental look
upon her face…
—©g.a.meeder, 2017®

 

 

Shaking Things Up

Shakin Things Up…

That earthquake that registered 5.6 centering itself in Oklahoma sure was frisky being felt up by 7 states. Glad to hear there were no injuries. Ya’ll felt a little shook up, but ya’ll are okay. (Shelly and you know who you are give us a call so we know how you and family are.)

You know the more I think about it, the more I am thinking this gut-damned creepy Trumpy immigration plan, all it is is a ridiculous attempt at their version of a selective rapture on land. All those alleged Christian, gun toting bible believing I hate everybody, angry at that hair growing outta muh left nipple, mostly white people tried that shit when they took our land. So, please DO NOT VOTE TRUMP, we need to move forward not in some effed up subversive TRUMPLAND…I don’t want to wake up, find my neighbors and friends missing, plucked outta their beds and hauled away in trucks then loaded onto freight cars on a train headed ta who knows where land? I do not want to face Trump without them if he should get elected. I want a taco and an enchilada in each hand, dance on the table after a couple tequila rounds singing Viva La Mexico, in appreciation of those who work the jobs nobody else can…and the Hispanics that supported Trumpy, than absconded the sorry assed bastards. What were you thinking to begin with? Didn’t you read between the walls, I mean lines?!

And Trumpy goes to church, sounds like a learn to read book title doesn’t it? But Trumpy goes to church reading off a written script somebody else wrote taking credit for it, claiming that there are others who have not gone into African American communities, whining about divisiveness and than he goes off script to make sure he throws in a few more hot tamales at the Hispanic communities by saying they will be gone, opening up the job opportunities for the African American community. You know he claims that the Democrats have made African Americans dependent upon the government to keep their votes and yet what the hail is he doing? He is gonna play Hitler, throw out the illegals and call that cleaning up the mess. You wait and see if DT were to get elected he is gonna miscount the money w/that, “One fer you, two fer me,” kinda card cheating game player mentality that only the rich man plays because that IS how he is gonna keep it, “rich” CNN’S Carol Costello asked a Trumpineer how da Huge DT plans on paying for that wall. His response was classic. “He’ll find a way to finance it. He’s good at that.” With what? A bake sale? Just another day, another dolla still trying to get Donald Trump ta holla, banned, banned, banned that woman from his Twitterland.

—©g.a.meeder, 2016®

 

 

 

Wuthering Weiners

Wuthering Weiners

    Since when has an actual roasting of a weiner become political fodder for the royalist of conspiracy spin political potters to use for molding a political sculpture at the expense again of someone regarding and involving the security of the country?!? The hot dog about to be roasted obviously has a serious ego aka addiction to sexting problem that has now interfered with his soon to be closed case of a marriage. I highly doubt the weiner in question was handling classified information since he was too damned busy handling his johnson.

    C’mon Trumpy Stumpy, let’s quit playing games w/our hearts. Remember how just several days back you were apologetically fake ass sorry for hurting anyone with the shit you say? You have now at the expense of two others in grief prior to this & are now equating a hot dog of a marital crash with an issue of national security. I honestly feel for her. Huma Abedin has asked for privacy at this time, but since the Donald has seized his I will win at all costs claws into their story he will beat that octopus to death on a rock. She has been with HRC for 20 years. Which is probably longer than any of your multiple marriages have lasted. You have no kindness of heart let alone class.

     You used Dwayne Wade’s tragic loss of his cousin, Nykea Aldridge, mother of four, posting your vote for me plea on Twitter. Than took it back for a spell check, re-posted it, keeping the vote for me plea over the weekend and that was the lowest of the lowest and we all know it. Please note that YOU are now the one that is pandering for the votes that YOU accused the establishment of doing earlier on when your mouth runneth and spilleth over. By the way maybe you should mention that mouth problem of yours to your attending physician. Good call on your own actions now wouldn’t you say? IF anybody is a real dick out of all of this, it would have to be you. ALL hands on deck say I…

—©g.a.meeder, 2016®

 

Job Kill

Job Kill

                                                                              on the prowl

in the jungles of

the working force

i slink, shimmering

sleek in my finest fur.

like a panther,  hungry

for days with no meat

nostrils flaring hunting

for the scent that appeals

to my qualifications

setting my sights on

my unsuspecting prey

coming in for the kill

pouncing when the moment

presents itself so that

i may bring down my kill

with proficient expertise

that will be beneficial

enough to sustain

my pride and i

so that I may set offside

keeping guard over the brood

as the golden burgundy sun rests

behind us when day softens

fading into obscure strokes of dusk

while I, fattened, from my kill

lay licking my chops

preening myself

swatting at flies with my

agitated, nervous, twitching tail

after I have wolfed down

my hunters first rights share

with instinctive gratification.

I will watch while the others feast

from the efforts of my

newly acquired job kill.

—©g.a.meeder, 2016®

Squawker’s Pie

Squawker’s Pie

poor little rich man

can’t have all his ducks

quacking in a row

he lost, they won

he cries wolf

I want another go

but karma would

again have its way

speaking with the same

cast iron fist

he won’t be served duck

this time round

but another slice

of that money pie

ala mode he so trusts

eating of it until he

has to unzip his trousers

and just about busts.

—©g.a.meeder, 2016®

Oink! Oink!

Oink! Oink!

arrogance under

spotlights that shine on faces

whereby make-up can’t

cover up blunders of men

squealing like pigs under oath

—©g.a.meeder, 2016®

Crescent Moon Liaison

Crescent Moon Liaison

thick, toughened by the sun

coarse golden-rod skin,

peeled back

revealing a moist,

soft tawny

crescent moon

as she is about to disappear

into a crevice of throaty

instinctual desire

and be devoured

swallowed whole

by her voracious lover.

—©g.a.meeder, 2015®