The whole party is perfidy 
     and that ain’t pretty.

The whole party is perfidy 
     and that’s pretty silly.

The whole party is perfidy 
     and that is just a damn pity.

The whole party is perfidy 
     and that hurts the whole country.

The whole party is perfidy 
     and there goes the democracy.

It can be said that nature doesn’t care a whit
whether we run or walk, stand or sit.

Nature will run right over us,
so we need to watch for all the fuss.

When oceans rage and forests flame,
why do we call these Acts of God, God to blame?

What a silly attribution
when we need our own ablution

for all the havoc we have caused;
for nature and our sake, we need to pause.

Once we knew as with other animals
how to get out of the way, flee the dahl,

the low forest, for the hill, higher ground
where safety surely would be found,

and so we were wiser then
than we are now, not just running when

necessary but living with nature
and nature’s evolving future.

But we abandoned harmony with nature
and opted for usurpature

and so, of God’s love, we lost sight
and now face the soul’s and nature’s dark night.

Nature will survive
but will we even still exist not to mention thrive?

E-GO is the most powerful thing to make leaves blow
according to an advertisement during a TV show.
E-GO is where all manly men go
when they want to show
how much manliness they have to the marrow.
E-GO is what to use when AK-47s are a no show.
E-GO is exactly the right name for this thing that makes leaves blow
at a very high decibel, loud enough to bring the Devil up from below.
Such noise irritates the neighbors, but what do they know?
Just wait till the manly men haul out the monstrosities that make the snow blow.

He thought that the traits of
integrity, honesty, courage,
following the agreed upon

rules and regulations were
found in the marrow of the
bones of the ship if not in

the hearts of those charged
with guiding the ship to shore,
but the ship is not in that kind

of shape. Now, the ship can
barely sail and the captain has
mutinied and the crew cheers.

Will the ship get to shore or
will it sink while the captain
and crew grab the lifeboat,

save themselves and let the
passengers drown in the ship                                                                                               sailing to see Poseidon.

A newly minted twenty-one, a
senior in college, he attended
the spring fraternity dance in
the downstairs ballroom of the
restaurant on the banks of the
river leading out to the Big Lake.

It was a big deal to rent out a
facility in a resort town twenty
miles from campus. He, one of
the few frat boys to smoke a pipe,
thought it made up for his grades.

Of Scandinavian descent, he pre-
ferred the sweet-smelling blend
from Sweden and he enjoyed tell-
ing everyone, in a fake accent,
the name of the blend. It was his
first date with the cute, blond
sophomore. Someone called his

name and as he swung around, his
pipe struck a support column. It
flew out and twirled to the floor,
sparks landing on his date’s dress.
She refused his calls over the
following summer.

The author wrote, “…habituation, confusion,
distraction, self-interest, fear, rationalization,
and a sense of personal powerlessness make
terrible things possible.”

Seen any of those things around the USA?
Just look around the neighborhood;
how hard is it for you to be understood?
Those all happened in Germany back in the day.

Have you heard, “I like my routine;
I’m confused; I continually watch Fox on TV —
distracted, it helps keep me,
but what is this virus unseen?

“I have to trust the leader
to keep me safe from the hoax;
seriously, this isn’t a joke.
Enemies brown and black are breeders.

We have to stop them in their tracks
before they mount violent attacks.”

*quote by Cass Sunstein, The New York Review of Books

Thank you, Jesus, for your brown skin;
you take in and reflect out everything —
the whitest of white, the blackest of black
and everything in between.

Thank you for your brown eyes;
you take in and reflect out everything —
the bluest of blue, the blackest of black
and the lovely, hazel green.

Thank you for the now healed wounds;
you take in and reflect out everything —
the freshest flesh, the deepest red
all the colors our wounds have been.

Thank you for helping me see
in you everyone who has been and will be.

The guy is dismissed as too harsh,
too strident, too “in your face,” —
not sensitive, not feeling, not car-
ing, not empathic but it is just the
opposite. He feels so deeply that
at the end of every Nicole Wallace
show when she recounts the lives
and tragic deaths of those men
and women who have died of COVID,
he just sits and blubbers.

I thought I had been through it all —
sudden, violent death of a father
when I was seventeen and the
sudden, shocking death of my
wife at forty-nine — until now.
I see the suffering, the grief,
the pain of the families of those
Blacks cutdown violently, merci-
lessly, unjustly and those who
have been burned out of their
houses and lives lost in the
fires, and all their belongings
and the almost 200,000 lives
lost unnecessarily because of the
unbridled ego of the person who
couldn’t care less and the eight
thousand children who were just
let go at the border and abandon-
ed and then I hear of the steril-
ization of immigrant women at the
hands of an ICE fiend physician
nicknamed The Uterus Collector
and I drop to my knees and cry
and I hear the wales of the
children along the banks in
Babylon, “How long, O, Lord,
how long?”

You don’t even want to imagine
that some ICE gynecologist is
sterilizing immigrant women
under the guise that the women
have uterine cancer. This sounds
just like Nazi Germany right here
in the good old US of A. How far
will this depravity go? How is
this happening? Oh, I know. It’s
Trump world. And we have de-
scended to the lowest place
humans could ever go, in the
most demented psyche ever
imagined. Did you say this is
Trump world? What would his
clinical psychologist niece have
to say while we all scream?