Trumped

Despite the guise of glamor
a mindless head will stammer
when all their lies are thrown back in their face
through all the biased bashing
and nervous choppers gnashing
the better man has won by God's good grace.

Hard Choices

So evil she forces my skin
to crawl when she cracks that foul grin
her screech is as pointed as nails
and doesn't persuade, it impales
the gleam in her eyes is insane
each promise she panders profane,
her slithering through to success
would only make more of a mess
and though her opponent is crude
she's ruthless, reckless and rude
so before your decision is cast
recall her deplorable past.

Don't Bite

The archetypal Eve
would have us all believe
the fruit that she profers is good to eat

but she is so corrupt
the juices will erupt
with rotteness resulting in defeat.

Happily Never After

The haggard old harpy was making a flap
with every tirade just inventing more crap
the orangutan bristled with each new attack
and as he grew tighter his hair lost its slack
but while we debate who's the bigger disgrace
that harridan harpy is stealing the race
and our crumbling kingdom shall suffer chagrin
for the deadliest scavenger slithered right in.

Obligatory

As branches shed their summer green
I watch the butterflies convene
on tiny blooms that still remain
before the warmth begins to wane
their vibrant little petal/gems
aglow like royal diadems
belonging to a sylvan queen.

The autumn sky is sapphire blue
and though the winter must ensue
I'll savor this exquisite day
expressing thanks for His display
upon a humbly taken knee
with naught but loving praise towards He
who died for us, as is His due.

Shortchanged

Complacency has cost me much
the deficit disturbing
refusing to condemn my crutch
compounds a constant curbing

of all ambitions I accrue
to cultivate a calling
of recompense without the rue
of fiscal follies falling.

Missing a Spot

Domestication's wearing, your apron will get frayed
for it requires devotees to clean all messes made
but while we're busy making sure the small stuff hits the bin
we overlook the chaos of the current fix we're in.

Carrots

I don't miss the dull diaspora
or dust covered synthetic flora
as fake as the bits that just bore ya

the saccharine spiels simulated
for managing mules motivated
by cons that they'll be compensated.

Scramble

A cook that can't stomach folks
will more than likely be blue
unlike the unctuous golden yolks
he beats with palpable rue
but there's no need for him to stew
it's not even worth a debate
for bitterness is bound to ensue
with a chip upon the plate.

Witness

You can get away with murder if you know how to hide
behind a piece of tarnished tin displayed with impish pride
and though connections keep you from a case you can't defend
a higher court is guaranteed to judge you in the end.

Knot

My feet flash compliance
complete with a swoosh
I reek of reliance
my gray matter mush

resolving decisions
with lies I'm supplied
by those whose revisions
keep my laces tied.

Bandy

You seek a mystery culprit
but just can't seem to admit
that you're the one who instigates
the lion's share of shit
as you furiously knit
your brows into a scowl that baits
an unsuspecting twit
into sparring till they quit

Authorship

Our days are numbered
so skip the math
and being encumbered
by pointless wrath

embrace each morning
like it's your last
for without warning
it could be past,

exalt the glory
of God above
and write your story
with words of love.

Razed

They're trying to increase their lot
(at least I think that's the plot
for any venture to succeed
more oftentimes than not)

but must the constant bid for more
destroy the copse next door?
Compelled by corporate sanctioned greed
the growling backhoes gore.

With Her

Laughable liberal labels
Clinging cabalistic cables
Suspending suspect sorrows
Taint triumphant tomorrows.