Brainwashed

Take heart all you diehard versifiers— 

Putting down a poem in your head’s not hard, 

Flushing it out of your system is.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Where There's A Will

Begin a poem 

To be or not to be and more 

 

Than likely you’ll end up never 

Knowing who not to be. 

 

 

 

Tending The Poet's Fireplace

For God’s sake, whatever 

You do, do not think 

 

You can feed it too much 

Oxygen or too little, 

 

For either one causes it 

To choke to death. 

 

 

 

 

 

No Bleeding Hearts

Suffering lies low, festering 

In Everyman’s hearth, 

 

And everyone wants it 

Ripped out without hurting 

 

Each other’s heart. 

 

 

 

 

Manifest Destiny, Plain As Day

What looks 

Fair and square does 

Not always turn out 

To be what it should be— 

 

Which is why 

I reckon that 

Cowpuncher’s driving 

Just cattle and not 

 

Buffalo, right Bill?