Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
I thought I was done
Until I became undone
Who on earth does that
Stick a fork in me
Be gentle. Try not to hurt
I bleed out easy
Just flip me again
I can take it cause I'm tough
And getting tougher
Improperly seared
Becoming dry and chewy
Now a good shoe sole
Spending time around
A person you feel the need
To walk on eggshells
Whenever they're near is like
Walking on gilded splinter
Fragile treading way
To walk on pins and needles
Not making a sound
Puts a deep hurt on the sole
Would rather walk on sunshine
Well placed tourniquet
May staunch national bleeding
But an infusion
Of decency is called for
Replenish dearth of honor
Best people promised
Delivered hucksters and frauds
Germ deniers all
Not a washed hand in the bunch
But they sure do dress purty
Cherished by a once
Aspirational nation
Transfusion needed
From those that have sold the truth
For their own capital gains
Finish your dinner
There are children starving
In ____________________
In ____________________
In ____________________
In ____________________
That was mom's refrain
Card carrying member
Of Depression Era
Clean plate club
Pick the country du jour
There were hungry people
There are hungry people
Getting hungrier
Very soon
Getting hangry
And hangrier
Sure aid measures
Are stop gap
Now we will see
When we stop
Stopping the gap
Around the world
And here at home
I was lucky then
I am lucky now
But as the prospectus states
Past performance
Is no guarantee
Of future performance
One of life's fine print
Little disclaimers
Many years ago
I packed up all my troubles
In an old kit bag
It was too heavy for me
So left it on the roadside
I feel terrible
Not only for littering
But for who finds it
I bet they thought it was cash
Woe and misery instead
Shut the door
Lock and latch it
Here comes Lizzie
With a brand new hatchet
There's a whole lot more
To hormones than what's hidden
Under our genes jeans
This I know because
Limbic System told me so
Give me an "Amen!"
I fully exercise my brood
First thing in the mourn
Dark and murky coffee brewed
Radical free verse bourne
Haiku Tanka Senryu cadence
Drives morning muse stance dance
Since my brood is grown and gone
Performed with no one looking on
Can execute with awkward impunity
Brewed in social media immunity
From dark brooding brew confusion
A day of perpetually amused infusion
Luck can be a friend
Luck can be a foe
It all just depends
On which way it goes
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