I wrote this poem in 2007 after I heard Holy Joe say, "Bomb Iran if it doesn't stop."...
Loveless Balm
O! Your jagged lips again are upon my throat. Made rough by their drought Hiding behind the broker of death.
There upon them is certain madness puckered and prepared to kiss, To wet their looming course with deceit and blood.
Are these bone-dry lips not pursed upon my willful sightlessness, Yet succulent in their own lusty course?
Your parched and loveless words lick the heels of a world’s sorrow And I'll not soothe them with the balm of innocents.
I will not gaze upon their countenance or even touch them To arouse their hunger or give them any weight.
They’ve not extended any love to me or the world.
They can only teach the craving for it... They cannot teach its need.
And I wrote this poem back in 2006 after Joe made this statement- "It's time for Democrats who distrust President Bush to acknowledge that he will be the commander in chief for three more critical years and that in matters of war we undermine the president's credibility at our nation's peril,"
Oh! Joe!
You are a predator. Must we endure Your suffering? Must we attend Your pandering, Swill with you the juice of failure, March In off-step reality, Seize neck And snap it?
You’ve lost Your people Rallied behind The right Of most Inopportune The blood may stain All our hands But you’re bathing In its effervescence
Swiftly, Joe. Surely, Joe. Leaning your Traded head To block. No ones fault But your own. Heaping praise Upon lies Is not Where you need Lead.
You have sold Your stake, Forfeited Your claim! You're the worst kind of predator; Shallow.
I wrote this poem in 2007 after I heard Holy Joe say, "Bomb Iran if it doesn't stop."...
And I wrote this poem back in 2006 after Joe made this statement- "It's time for Democrats who distrust President Bush to acknowledge that he will be the commander in chief for three more critical years and that in matters of war we undermine the president's credibility at our nation's peril,"