The fixers have come
how they can fix everyfreakingthing!
Boyitbuoysmy heart to know
they are onthejobontheball
in the no (out of their if-you-see-Kay-ing minds).
If weedjuss do this everything
wilby the way it should be –
get rid of guns and bombs and…
things (try not to roll your eyes and laugh).
If weedalljuss gettit together and learn
to get along (all we are saying is kumbaya, my lord).
I’d like to buy Isis a Coke and a smile (I think they really need a smile).
Really if weedjuss take
bubblewrap for life –
into impervious crashdummies.
(did I mention idiotproof?)
I hear buy propose
a ban that has know hope
us safe from disaster. Ban politicians, political commentators, journalists and pundits, protesters and social media posters. It won’t make any of us any safer; but we will be free of the bee-ess so we can grieve the dead and the dying in relative peace.
It’s poetics night at dVerse Poets Pub, and Paul Scribbles, our host and barkeep is violating Grandma. Oh wait. He’s encouraging us to violate grammar. Oh well, that’s different. Never mind! 🙂