Guns, Stones and Sticks

It commonly happens
After police shootings,
Some protesters will apply
Advantageous lootings,
Upon local businesses
Along the public thoroughfare,
While proclaiming, how they suffer
And, “try to stop me, if you dare!”

Demanding public attention
“We are criminalized”,
Shootings without provocation
“Why y’all surprised,
When we take to the streets
And foment a riot,
Put yourselves in our shoes
No wait, don’t even try it”.

I guess we all oughta be
Fairly satisfied,
Four days of protests
And no one else has died,
But there are no instant solutions
No quick and easy fix,
Homo sapiens are warlike
With either guns, stones or sticks.

 

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Bad Grammar

Observation cameras
Everywhere,
What have you been doing?
Truth or dare,
The uninformed public says
I don’t do nuthin bad,
Let the camera watch me
So the criminals can be had.

 

Hot and Cold

100 degrees seems unbearably hot
Now that I’m older,
And I could even tolerate
80 degrees colder,
Riding my bike at 12 years old
In the snow, sleet and rain,
I have a tendency now to avoid all that
I’m becoming simple and plain.

California heat, at its core
Is hot and crispy,
No humidity out here
We’re not damp and whispy,
As such, we dry out faster
Like fruit leather in the sun,
And with my intolerance to hot and cold
I’m missing all kinds of fun.

 

Chipper

Youngsters, of course
Are faster than me,
That’s how it is
For any old tree,
But my bark is tougher
Having weathered sun and storm,
Hang out with a tree like me
I’ll keep you safe and warm.

Well, sure that’s kinda creepy
Maybe I oughta be cut down,
Throw me in the chipper
Let me compost your town,
Spread my leaves and seeds
Maybe I’ll fertilize your garden,
And if that is too offensive
I’ll get a presidential pardon.

 

Downtime

Downtime, after work
Drink a beer or wine,
Coming home late
I rarely dine,
Not really hungry
But a beverage doth relax,
Bubbly water or juice don’t cut it
Those are just the facts.

 

Birding

Birding
A lot of people do that,
All the pretty feathers
You wear a special hat,
In case 40 thousand geese
Suddenly launch overhead,
We did that once in Windsor
After eating a ton of bread.

Birding
I’d rather stay home,
Sparrows and Finches
In my neighborhood, roam,
Got my binoculars
Watch them skirmish down the street,
And if I give chase
They depart, tweet tweet.

 

No One Reads

Finally letting words get out
No one listens, I don’t shout.
Probably no one reads
But, I don’t pout,
Nobody knows
What’s it about.