Snagged

This is not a boast
But I have witnessed The Holy Ghost
And those that sin the most
Will find themselves at a roast
And guess who’s the host?

Not that they could care
When binging on their lusty fare
With pride enough to spare
Completely unaware
They tripped the snare.

Hello?

When you back a cheater to say
“Ours is the only right way!”
You’ve given the bastard a pass
To shove it right up your ass.

LFG

The big reveal?
Their lie is real
But those who won’t be wrong
Deny with programmed zeal

The plan from here?
Don’t live in fear
It’s time for us to be strong
The truth must persevere!

Eradicate

A virus of the brain
Can only be destroyed
By curbing the disdain
The toxic have employed.

Whimsy

I felt some snow drop down on me
And couldn’t help but laugh
For a robin sat there in the tree
A bit sheepish for its gaffe.

“Hey robbie” I said, “What’s the deal,
You know spring is a ways away?”
He looked at me without much zeal
The storm seemed to wreck his day

Beneath his little feather tail
Was a clinging patch of white
He shook and twitched to no avail
And finally took flight.

I hope he finds a nice warm place
To ride this season out
And makes it back in time to grace
This branch when blossoms sprout,

And luckily I’ll be there too
So we can shoot the breeze
And live to laugh and love anew
Before the summer flees.

Practicality

Today was the day It died
And no one really seems to care
Not one person sniffed or cried
They carried on so laissez-faire
Just working, playing, laughing loud
There was no sorrow, no funeral shroud.

I really tried before it passed
To show how much it meant to me
But such frustration had amassed
My dream turned away, didn’t want to see
That look within my eyes that said
I'm moving on with life instead.

Check

How weak are the chic?
They feel the need
To tell you how to act
So they won’t be disturbed
By an actual fact
That contradicts the lie
They choose to live by.

Boiling

When EVERYTHING’S annoying what do you do?
I'm not sure but I wish I knew
Whatever I try
Results in a sigh
So I guess I’ll just sit here and stew.

Surge

Nothing makes sense anymore
The world is addled by lies
The sickest we’re told to adore
Ignoring what payola buys

And those that accept the scam
So they can lord over us all
Better not stand in front of the dam
When the fed up make it fall.

Inevitably

None of them matter
That’s how it’s always been
None of them matter
Not now and not then

Priorities alter
Disturbed in the den
As the fraudulent falter
Not if but when.

Engage

When you mesh
Machine and flesh
You may find
You’ve lost your mind
And if you dare
Lay secrets bare
Protect your back
They will attack
Bold or tame
It’s all a game
So make your play
And join the fray.

Approach

We got there in a roundabout way
Still lost, to a certain degree
Unsure what to think or to say
Except, “Is it still inside of me?”

It’s jarring to finally face
Mortality's sobering glare
But sometimes you arrive at the grace
You circled when wrought with despair.

Stunt

As barren months ensue
We remember that which grew
(much more than we knew)

The gaunt one in his hood
Will harvest as he should
Not all growth is good.

Wingman

A chickadee stopped by to chat
And chittered cheerily
I warned him of the grayish cat
That eyed him hungrily

He nodded thanks and flew away
I said, “See ya sport.”
He must have heard from the crow today
That I was the friendly sort.

Neighborly

I heard a sound
So looked around
And diligently searched

A single crow
Cawed hello
From the branch where he was perched

So I waved back
To my friend in black
For I won’t be besmirched.