AND THAT IS THE WAY IT IS

My body aches and my mind is confused 
Why are all these things happening?
How long do we wait until there is order?
The order we understand
We wake up every morning to the same
Talking heads who know nothing
Spilling their guts with glee
Happy for the misery
Thinking it will help them

They are the fence sitters
The abominable causing hatred
They have their fans until
It is found out that they have an evil past
Thought molesting co-workers was fine
And the gleeful ones who loved them so
Now turn their “righteous” backs on them
Wipe them from their memory as
They do with most truth that doesn’t suit them
Those doomed will no longer utter condescending words
Which were quite disagreeable or unpleasant
 
Some of my friends and even my relatives
Find themselves in the camp of the deniers
Never a civil word to say about how we are doing
Always taking a negative view of the series of successes
Pointing out with happiness any perceivable failure
Take misquoted remarks and use them as their standard bearer
Hear words ordained to give hope and comfort
And persuade themselves they would have rather hear cackling
Would have been better off if the evil machine was in charge

Point out how the last regime was pure and productive
How the leader was clever in shifting his share of the blame
I know these people and their hardy laughs
Slapping each other on the back; affirming their ignorance
I remain silent as it is wise to do when outnumbered
Do not point out how successful their strategy is in states like
New York, California, Oregon and Washington and in cities
Like New York, San Francisco, Detroit, Chicago, Baltimore and so on

I feel for the rats; they are just surviving, 
but it’s the rodents that bother me:
The politicians who mkKe empty promises and only look out for themselves
My body aches and I don’t think it will heal soon
 
Stanski
March 29, 2020 ^
 

BLUE GENES


Redheaded Belgians
Never carry to term
Must be anecdotal
Or a fact I never learned
 
                Wonder what it is
                The country or the hair
                Guess it doesn’t matter
                Can’t really care
 
More to life than waging
On other peoples fate
No matter the reason
Some babies don’t wait
 
                A brunette in Thunder Bay
Couldn’t have kids at all
                Disappointment?  “ Not”, she said
                Motherhood was not her call
 
A blonde I knew in Lowell
Was married in the fall
The baby born in early spring
Was a boy:  they named him Paul
 
                Redheads, blondes, or brunettes
                All subject to the curse
                Whenever offspring do arrive
                We set it down in verse
 
Who are we to make the rules?
There is no one to obey
For whom do we give clues?
They’ve all gone away
 
Stanski
March 28, 2020 ^