Rock Steady

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In the world I was born into
There were rules handed down
From all the people around

No moaning
No crying
No sniveling

Toughen up
Suck it up
Pick yourself up

No blood
No broken bone
No doctor needed

Shake it off
Walk it off
Don’t be a big baby
Nobody likes a whiner

Were they
Was I
Was the world
Off it’s rocker
Or on it?

Rumble in the Gumbo

Craiyon

I jumped on my high horse
Trustee, favorite fine mount
Pointed at others errant course
A regular self righteous fount
While spouting a toxic slurry
Full of media puke talking pouts
Full of flair and a fine flurry
Of shrill Banshee like shouts
Wallowing in my faux tone age
Having patience with no virtue
Spilling my sepia life rage
Leaving the taste of burnt roux
For all to rumble and gumbo about