A taste for privilege,
though easily acquired,
takes a lifetime to escape.
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If one develops
also a taste for service,
there is no need to escape.
A taste for privilege,
though easily acquired,
takes a lifetime to escape.
~
If one develops
also a taste for service,
there is no need to escape.
In this universe,
often what seems obvious,
is just a grand illusion.
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So how do we pierce
the illusion of what seems
obvious and find what’s real?
The weather’s running
hot and cold, mirroring our
unstable genius in chief.
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Whether he’s running
hot or cold largely depends
on the face in the mirror.
Our capacity
to tolerate suffering
may well be our undoing.
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Indifference
and mistaken tolerance –
betrayers of hearts and souls.
Is that woodpecker
just drumming his life away
or does he have mouths to feed?
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Feeding family’s fine
but why can’t that peckerwood
peck somewhere that I can’t hear?
If you must go out
and choose not to wear a mask,
freedom trumps humanity.
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Bare-faced assertions
of freedom reveal who comes
first and who doesn’t matter.
We’re characters in
stories we will someday tell
about when everything changed.
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So, who will portrait
me in the movie version
of this grim horror story?
Periodically
procrastination exacts
proverbial pounds of flesh.
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Much like when we were
young and got so caught up in
play, we peed our pants
Infinite patience –
a strong requirement for
filling out government forms.
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Private provider
paperwork’s plenty tough too
and mostly pretty pointless.
Listen up, old friend,
Covid is no shamdemic!
Neither’s flagrant lunacy!
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People will believe
what they want to believe. Facts
are irrelevant.
Time is not all we
have on our hands; we also
have sanitizer.
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If we abandon
social distancing too soon,
add the blood of innocents.
Hey! You… in this store?
What the hell are you thinking?
No mask! No gloves! …. No loved ones?
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The unmasked, ungloved
ones say they love denial
and their freedumb most of all.
Some say to workers:
“Give me the economy
and I’ll give you death.”
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Some lie to workers:
“You must return to your jobs;
your labor is essential.
Oops, I goofed again!
Should have taken sage advice
freely offered by the wise…
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If we don’t want to
remain a goof, we first have
to acknowledge them.
What are some good tips
for staying sane even though
insanity reigns?
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Harry Potter gives
a clue: yell ‘Ridiculus’;
imagine he’s a boggart.
Silence is golden
after days of endless noise.
How long can this respite last?
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It’s surprising what
talk of ultraviolet light
and bleach were able to do.
Rainy Saturday.
Of all available
options, I choose sleep.
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Sleep is for the weak.
Never for the weekend, Mom!
Time to rise and shine!
Since he’s always right,
perhaps his loyal faithful
will follow his every word?
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We can only hope
he’ll take his own advice and
swallow his words whole.
Until now we’ve been
able to avoid facing
life’s uncertainty.
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An uncertain life
can never be avoided
for longer than a moment.
Some people just love
to exercise their power
by canning the competent.
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When competent folks
are seen as threats, power filled
tactics are employed by fools.
Where denial thrives
we now know – Florida
beaches are the place to go.
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In the callous mind
of Governor DeSantis
economics trumps safety.
Do I have a start?
Now that’s a burning question
without a pressing answer.
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You might be burned out
from listening to all Trump’s
starts and stops and non answers .
Nowhere to go, but
plenty to do. I think I’ll
sit and mope instead.
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No time for moping!
There is a garden to plant,
among other honey dos…
There’s satisfaction
to be found in laboring
elbow deep in the good earth.
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It’s satisfying
to me too that it’s not me
laboring but you.
Sometimes memories
penetrate the veils of time
and leave us breathless with awe.
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Timeless memories,
hidden by mundane concerns,
still hold our history’s power.
What is it today?
Some new cockamamie plan
designed to usurp glory?
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A plan a day keeps
the reckoning away or
so he fervently believes.
Buttercups basking
in the sun gently soothed my
heart with golden promises.
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Don’t you yet distrust
sunny golden promises
made by orange buttercups?
Giant man-baby
only displays leadership
to those who really like him.
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Rock him, singing songs
of praise. When he falls asleep,
adults can get real work done.
Right now I yearn for
topical anesthesia.
The news frays my every nerve.
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Topical won’t do!
Naught to do- nowhere to go;
I want to be sedated!
Let’s not sacrifice
our aged, wise, and infirm
like some modern paschal lambs.
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If those with plenty
were willing to sacrifice
profit, they might gain their souls.