Going off half cocked

rarely solves any problems

but it makes life interesting.

~

Half-cocked solutions

lose their appeal unless your

name is Donald Trump.

What if we brought the

refreshing rain of reason

to our national discourse?

~

Those able to think

will rise above the muddy

flood of hostile rhetoric.

Dare we close our eyes

lest violent hatered becomes

the new American pass time?

~

Let’s dare to use the

disarming practice of love

and sensible gun control.

If you voted in 

 the primaries, you could have 

a chance to second your choice.

~

Always choose to vote

even if there is no chance

your choice will be seconded.

Do you feel the Pulse,

echoing within your soul,

fresh, now, as a year ago?

~

Last year’s Orlando

tragedy still echoes strong, 

unfixed by presidential tweets.

Whistle while you work

and your bored coworkers can

either rage or sing along.

~

When the song is done

and your coworkers still sing,

how can we regain silence?

When apathy strikes,

is it just a passing fad

or a taste of entropy

~

Individual

indifference can lead to

systemic breakdown.

When life tosses us

a sailing frisbee of joy,

let’s catch it and pass it on.

~

And when life hurls us

huge steaming piles of dung,

dodge it like a congressmen.

When we wear more hats

than Bartholemew Cubbins

how can we not lose our heads?

~

While wearing those hats,

we can keep ahead if we

root ourselves in heart and soul.

Where will he go and

what will he find when power

and money are no refuge?

~

Perhaps he can lease

a substandard apartment

in Jarred’s Baltimore slum?