Look In The Mirror

Look in the mirror

We’re going back fifty years

To a darker time.

Racism, hate center stage

I’m filled with disappointment.

 

Look at the cabinet,

Damn to our environment

Our kids don’t need it.

Damn the nation’s energy

Coal and oil pollute us.

 

Damn security

You’re selling out to Russia

Lying…you don’t know.

Selling your soul to China

What reason we don’t know.

 

You got what you want

Then you sold out to your kind.

Lying to your fools,

They believe all that you say

Like those children of the corn.

 

When will you wake up,

Seeing that he’s dangerous

A modern fascist

Ransoming America

For him and his friends riches?

 

You were simply pawns

While you swallowed the Kool-aide

Believing Satan

Would save you all from yourselves,

Only to find he hates you.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Mephitic Fool

Mephitic fool

On barfly stool

Swills his fifth of bourbon.

 

He sounds the alarm

Falls and fractures his arm

Now he needs a surgeon.

 

In a sling his arm hangs

Ivory cast helps the pangs

But not his inimical perversion.

 

Bartenders threshold was met

Exhaling vapor of cigarette

By poison now he’s unburdened.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle Week #24

Mindlovemisery's Menagerie - Wordle Week #24

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle Week #24

Answers

Answers–sought after for a lifetime,

Ebbing and flowing,

Never concrete.

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Arms outstretched,

We reach…reaching…

Still always just out of our grasp.

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Ignorant, we think our quest has ended,

Circumstances change,

What once was gospel dissipates.

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We think ourselves wise,

But mere fools are we,

Not knowing that we know nothing.

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Time has proven our innocent arrogance,

Dumbfounded,

We lumber on.

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Still this is not new to mankind,

As antiquity portends,

Locked in this eternal struggle.

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In our end we may finally realize,

We are not so unlike those that came before,

Seeking, yet failing to understand what this all means.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

A Fools Infatuation

I hoped you’d see me for who I am,

Kind, tender, loving,

Not the image in a funhouse mirror.

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Twisted, distorted,

Too tall and thin, too short and fat,

Maybe a little different.

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Dredging up the courage,

Heart feeling ready to burst,

Dry throated I swallowed.

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Struggling to make a sound,

I offered my heart,

You laughed.

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Crushed, eyes welling with tears,

Head in hands to hide the shame,

Soulless succubus.

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Confidence torn to shreds,

Heart eviscerated, raised to the scorching sun,

It withered.

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What a fool I was,

To be so presumptuous,

That you could ever love me.

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~