a learing poem
I recently read a very long poem on a post, and it was so moving. I am not a poet and know nothing of poems. Sorry, for my ignorance but just being transparent. However, that poem and the comments inspired me to give it a try. Sorry for not taking a lot of time to for doing this right but i wanted to strike while my mind had these thoughts so present. I hope you enjoy.
Why does my Banjo not work?
Why is the world run by a jerk?
The right has ruined everything using blame.
Now they force us to live in their shame
I never took a lesson or practiced yet my banjo is to blame.
Grandmother was a WWI nurse on the front line, oh what a shame.
Dad a WWII veteran who fought on the water and foreign shores.
Oh, he was a racist, a bigot for sure.
I stand for nothing, fight for nothing, my country is a mess.
I will just come and live in your country for free so much less stress.
Have you forgotten your gift.
Why do you let her pledge now cause a rift.
Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me; I lift my lamp beside the golden door.
These words were written in 1883 however, the world has not changed at all.
So, send us your murders, your rapist, your sodomites and insane, it will be a ball.
We had a housing crisis before you came.
Adding 2 million people to the equation won't add to the shortage at all, it is easy to see a racist bigot is to blame.
We have plenty of Quality learing Centers to educate your youth.
But bigoted racist will not fund them sighting you must show a proper I.D. Before entering the voting booth.
One can easily see my Banjo is to blame.
The world was a great place before the orange republican came.
Will we ever be lucky enough to have double digit inflation soon.
When oh when will we have a drunk female president that is a laughing buffoon.
The world is ending if things do not change soon.
Look that crazy rich dude wants us to live on the moon.
Oh, those wonderful days when people claimed they had a spirit animal and dressed in fur.
Remember when we gave people a job because he was him but preferred being called her.
My banjo plays no music, not even a note.
The republicans want me to blame the drug traffickers in the boats.
I feel better about my life and world because of what I wrote.
I am blessed knowing that nothing is wrong because Bruce Springsteen solved all with a song and not a scapegoat.
Set my people free
with free housing, free child care, free health care, free transportation, free free set them free and then ask the Learing center owner to pay for it.
All i can say now smile and give some love to this master piece
Why does my Banjo not work?
Why is the world run by a jerk?
The right has ruined everything using blame.
Now they force us to live in their shame
I never took a lesson or practiced yet my banjo is to blame.
Grandmother was a WWI nurse on the front line, oh what a shame.
Dad a WWII veteran who fought on the water and foreign shores.
Oh, he was a racist, a bigot for sure.
I stand for nothing, fight for nothing, my country is a mess.
I will just come and live in your country for free so much less stress.
Have you forgotten your gift.
Why do you let her pledge now cause a rift.
Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me; I lift my lamp beside the golden door.
These words were written in 1883 however, the world has not changed at all.
So, send us your murders, your rapist, your sodomites and insane, it will be a ball.
We had a housing crisis before you came.
Adding 2 million people to the equation won't add to the shortage at all, it is easy to see a racist bigot is to blame.
We have plenty of Quality learing Centers to educate your youth.
But bigoted racist will not fund them sighting you must show a proper I.D. Before entering the voting booth.
One can easily see my Banjo is to blame.
The world was a great place before the orange republican came.
Will we ever be lucky enough to have double digit inflation soon.
When oh when will we have a drunk female president that is a laughing buffoon.
The world is ending if things do not change soon.
Look that crazy rich dude wants us to live on the moon.
Oh, those wonderful days when people claimed they had a spirit animal and dressed in fur.
Remember when we gave people a job because he was him but preferred being called her.
My banjo plays no music, not even a note.
The republicans want me to blame the drug traffickers in the boats.
I feel better about my life and world because of what I wrote.
I am blessed knowing that nothing is wrong because Bruce Springsteen solved all with a song and not a scapegoat.
Set my people free
with free housing, free child care, free health care, free transportation, free free set them free and then ask the Learing center owner to pay for it.
All i can say now smile and give some love to this master piece
56-60, M
