You said you would drain the
swamps, in the D. C. towns,
but all you have done
is released all your clowns.
You will say one thing and
then you take it back.
I swear you behave now
like Frick and Frack.

A bag, a box, a cloth sack,
you have many excuses
now you want them all back.
Did Mexico pay for your wall?
Or is it your imagination,
which you have? All
the lies you continue to say
and the acts that you do;
Enemy Number One
that now describes you.

When you have conquered the fear
of what lies within,
it will be time for an election,
once again.
In spite of what Trump tries to do,
the future of this Nation,
now rests with you.

A long time ago,
in a place far away,
where the children could run
and join others to play,
being close to one another,
not staying six feet away;
playing games or completing a task,
without any worry of wearing a mask

I am writing these words
without rhyme or reason,
for I am a frustrated artist,
as some people might say
but that is not as simple
or difficult to be.
Have I a skill?
Only you can judge,
for I write out these words,
with nothing in mind and
my thought are a flow,
like many times before.
Why is it something I do?
Just to skip a bit as I must;
There is no free lunch and
there never will be. Stay
safe, is what I say now.
Be good to each other
during this short short life.

I am all for love and affection.
Hard to do with a Co-vid 19 infection.
Please wear a mask when going out.
Avoid the crowded venues, all about.
Stay safe as you can and please
avoid contacts with others you see.

"Extend the election" you do say.
Why not pack your bags; Go away!
Write when you do find new work,
You pompous ass; You big jerk.

My wife has Dementia.
She handles it well.
Not sure of her process
in her own private Hell.

Run for cover,
try to hide,
the dreadful demon
is by your side.
The virus is coming
while you won't decide
to have a Plan,
for this evil ride.

Hey there, Donald Trump, Mr. President Man,
You still haven't made a virus plan.
Remember your words? What did you mean
When you said it will be gone by April 15?

I love to see your smiling face.
I would love to have an embrace,
But those times are gone. Gone away
And may not return for many a day.
I miss the joy, in your eyes,
But not the sound of your Goodbyes.

The times were good.
The times were bad.
The times were happy.
The times were sad.
The times, now today
The worst we've had.

Can you miss something
more than you can say?
Do you need it now
or can you wait 'til the day
you can afford to pay cash
for and then drive it away?

I await the dawning of the morning Sun,
For today's many events, yet to come.
Of things I now do see
Are complicated due to your infamy.
There is a law, as you say,
Keeping citizens from commenting on your foray.
Why not disappear and just go away.

The pungent scent
of ash laden rain,
brings forth memories;
forest fires, once again.

I see the scissors
in front of thee,
yet you ask
for them incessantly.
I try to tell you
where they are,
while you grab items
both near and far.
"Are these them?"
is what you ask.
Now I understand
you know not too
what objects are
in front of you.

My head is a blender,
whirling words all about.
I tread lightly so my anger
doesn't appear and come out.

Perhaps this life will have to do.
I am certain I won't find another you.
A friend in this long, long life,
The special person, my beloved wife.
We have been through thick and thin,
Now fighting a battle we can't win.

There is so much futility;
You don't have the ability
Nor the tool for tranquility
And all become a liability,
Charging to an old utility,
Bringing you back to reality,
Resulting in the end. Finality

What is there to say?
What is there to do,
For each and every day
I lose more of you.

I fear not of death on this day,
for it would mean I've gone away.
I would no longer miss my friends
nor hear the words and Amen.