Under The Weather Poem by Long Tooth

It seems more and more like I'm under the weather
I've even no business suggesting a change,
That my thought's unimportant, my role's like a feather
(Detached and rejected) , there's something that's strange!

Good friends that I've loved in the past say I'm crazy,
My politics stupid, my poetry worse,
While they dote on a man whose humanity's hazy
If Democrat? Most would their praises reverse!

When caught in a lie they suggest Trump is joking,
Enablers act like they're in on the joke,
Though their pants are on fire, they pretend they're just smoking
But KKK hatred's their new brand of coke!

So, what can they do to consolidate power?
Mere safety for them means Christ's first one they kill,
All His brotherhood cr*p just a liberal shower
Of p*o! Compromising be damned (with goodwill!)

Al-Qaeda's the model for Mitchs and Ryans
No virtues to mention, fine casting ‘first stone, '
Anti-Christs in intention, feed brothers to lions
For their sins, however, don't need to atone.

And truth they don't like they will trash barely looking
If Trump muffs your daughter, he's just a big kid
Not a privileged predator whose goose needs cooking
'Hey, Mommy! Hey, Daddy! Look! Look what I did! '

If Trump pays no taxes, admired predilection,
If he breaks a contract, it must be their due,
Or colludes with the Russians to win the election,
Sour grapes, the Dems wish that they'd thought of it too!

One's ill who projects his worst sin on his brother,
Deranged if my sin means you even the score,
The more loving approach is to confront the other,
A covert attack is to knock on death's door!



Long Tooth
July 5,2018