Poetic Muselings

Poets write poems about anything and everything.  Here are a couple of poems I wrote during election season, November 2016:

Grab That

If Trump wins
nothing will be the same.

I’ll lose my healthcare
and have to beg on corners
for insulin
and anti-depressants.

We’ll go to war
with everyone.

And no one will be safe.

Especially kitties
and other pussies.

Day 8: nothing will be the same/nothing will ever change
November 8, 2016

Say Something Political

Like I have to ask,
everyone has their opinion
and they all want to wave
it in your face.

Like hanging with folks
dressed in trench coats,
ready to expose themselves
at the slightest provocation.

The jackets fly open
and I see your Hilary or Sanders
sticker. You proudly show off Stein.
Yes, your Trump sticker’s bigger
than all the rest.

Excuse me, but I like those
who play their cards closer
to the vest, who won’t reveal
who they voted for, who believe
in the privacy of the voting booth.

Not that I know any.

Day 7
November 7, 2016