Ghost Busting

Not every specter merits a good scream
At times they’re only there to foster rue
In those that had to put aside their dream
For duty's sake (that’s what the loyal do)
But still it can be jarring to behold
That shambling shade whenever it appears
Its fetid breath unsettling and cold
Reminding them of fallow, wasted years.
The rattling of chains, that old cliché
Is much more accurate than many know
For most have grown accustomed to a yoke
Refuse to let such fiends have their own way
Tell them, “Take your corroded links and go!”
Then watch as *POOF* they simply turn to smoke.

Marked

Standing in my kitchen in the dark
I wonder if I’ve left a lasting mark
Besides the one I currently fulfill:
The dude that certain people want to kill.

Scary

The gangland ghouls
Don’t follow rules
They haunt the streets in search of fools
Who buy the hype
That there’s no gripe
And have so many things to swipe.

Jacked

The pumpkin punk
Was rude and stunk
Like garbage from a rotten can
With a spray orange tan

He claimed he knew
Who did what to who
A seedy kind of guy
That swore by every lie

Until the day he was made
By a good fellow with a blade
The punk said, “You're nuts!”
The goon snarled, “Spill your guts!”

Crumbling

The impermanence of life
Was like a knife
That whittled on my sapling soul
And the only way to dam the hole
Was solid stone
But the damned are prone
To sediments that build
Where even the iron-willed
Will feel the pressure ache
Until they finally break.

Move It

I don’t care
If I ain’t got no car
And I don’t care
If I don’t get too far

There’s only one way
I ever want to go
That’s my own way
So move it cuz you’re kinda slow.

Called

I may not be wicked
But I’m bad enough
If that’s your ticket
Then show me the stuff

gtfoh

Those with high ideals
Think everyone is sweet
But never fought for meals
With rats that prowl the street
They grease the civic wheels
To make their dream complete:
A mongrel horde that kneels
While they get all the meat.

Poke at Your Own Risk

The more the world disowns me
The further I retreat
Alone but never lonely
Completely incomplete

The cultists of inclusion
Demand ONE side concede
Another bold intrusion
A grizzly will be freed.

Joe Blows

I got out of work tired and sore
And walked into a full blown war
Four young robbers were in my yard
I had to come down on them hard
What do you say after such an event?
Another day of Joe as president.

I went to the store, couldn’t afford
The items I bought before prices soared
Looks like peanut butter and jelly again
Hunger will keep me awake to defend
The plot where my life may be spent.
Another day of Joe as president.

Thrift

The autumn sun begins to sink
As puffy clouds turn slightly pink
And geese veer south in giant Vs
While orange leaves swirl in the breeze

When vision dims a hunter may
Crawl through the trees in search of prey
Its silver shafts will pierce the heart
Of any predisposed towards art

And in the larder we shall store
What we can spare, that’s what it’s for
The winter’s colder than we think
The autumn sun begins to sink.

Sinker

All the lines that sport a hook
And still no promise of a book
But I’m beyond regret or rage
Another cast on minimum wage.

fini

When your senses detect
What you'd never expect
Don’t hesitate very long

Standing there waiting
Because you’re debating
Could be the end of your song.

Bernie's Gotta Go

The mumbles of a doddering fool
Do little to dissuade the cruel
And even worse are shills who prop
This bumbling bandit up nonstop.

bcs

Shameless shots
Plural plots
Liars leer
Foster fear
Ballots bought
Terror taught
Worthless war
Shrinking shore
Speeches spewed
Brashness brewed
Gridlock grows
Worldly woes
People pray
Wiser way
Savior Son
ONLY ONE.