Thrown

Thrown

she is brought crashing

down to the ground

in the heat of the hunt

flesh is torn, ripped, shredded

teeth tear into muscle

crack on bone

what democracy looks like

when to the wolves

it is thrown.

—©g.a.meeder, 2017® 

Hangman

Hangman

the only reason

there is on the planet earth

for her silence is

that she was giving him just

enough rope to hang himself.

—©g.a.meeder, 2016®

 

Word-Up

The other day on CNN they were still corn shuckin Trumpy’s words apart from his speech trying to pander to the African American voters. Hunnies Trumpy ain’t gonna do this right by anybody unless there is something in it for him. Because he knew how low the support percentage goes for him with your support. So why would he offer up some solutions or talk to people in their own neighborhoods that he drives through and by in his limos?!? And if he did offer up something than he would lose his mostly white, effinA, “N” bomb dropping supporters. He can’t afford to lose his base because his supporters will whine about DT implementing another type of affirmative action because he would be putting your needs ahead of theirs.And they got themselves a jealous bone, dontcha know? Now, see Trumpy works from that scratch my back I’ll scratch yours mentality and since many aren’t supporting him he can at least say, I tried but they wouldn’t listen…and since if you are anything like me once I get into that voting booth, and I had to screen touch that name on the ballot, say for instance by accident, they’d be calling out the National Guard on me, because that voting booth would be turned inside out, tore up, slam dunked to the ground, expletives would be invented, chairs would be a flying cross the room before they’d get that accidently cast vote for him, they would have to get ta me first and I can scale ceilings like gut-damned spiderman….That alleged apology from Donald Trumpy was like someone who doesn’t send thank you notes fer all the shot-gun weddin presents they got & one day they run into you on the street & stumble through chit chat with you and begin the phony, thanks for the weddin gift of assorted gravy bowls and you say yer welcome cause you didn’t give them one, you only came fer the weddin cake, fer the love of no white man, greedy bastards stole my land sakes. His regrettins are upsettin because, sorry seems to be the hardest word. So how does that curdle the milk in yer cheerios today?—©g.a.meeder,2016®

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bridge Out!

Bridge Out!

double dutch teal bridge

steel beams of rust stood tall

through the tests of time

skirting the roads of change,

she falls down a tumbling victim

of the age old cliché`

out with the old, in with the new

but you discover that you resent

this pretense protesting to the

intentional deafened ear of youth

because you realize

in time that will be you.

—©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®

Sermon on The Mount Green

Sermon on The Mount of Green

success is built on failures

is what the preacherman said

but I snickered to myself

because that is easier said than done

when you the one preachin it

are sleeping on the money bed…

—©g.a.meeder, 2016®