Don’t piss on my shoes and say it’s raining,
duplicity is the real terrorist.
We see, if you disagree, “you’re fired”.
We hear, if you cause problems, you’re gone.
Blow smoke up his ass and you’re admired.
“Mandated” by the skin of his tooth,
with factless frenzy, he betrays what’s real.
It’s his truth and nothing but self-served truth.
Un-resilient he must have agreement,
he tweets “I know you are but what am I”,
and then demands respectful testament.
He does not listen and speaks with forked tongue.
It is his hubris that troubles me most:
despite his bottom’s line, his crap is dung.
The extreme vetting is so ironic,
he issues orders like he’s herding cats
and disenfranchises with the sardonic.
Resistance might be pissing in the wind,
and trusting this gilded narcissist rough.
Your young shall have visions,
and your old will dream dreams.
I bend but do not snap.
Stumble but do not fall.
The way through is to trust;
stand there to do something.
Listen to the silence.
Listen to the rancor.
Listen to my neighbor.
Listen to my shadow.
I live life in discord;
Love love in harmony.
I stop to smell blossoms,
I pause to welcome all.
Wait for all to keep up.
Wait and begin again.
Wait and change the end.
Wait for community
We can put up with us.
We can take care of us.
It’s hard to give over control,
as if, I ever had control.
It’s hard to say, “I’ve lost control”,
assuming I was in control.
I’ve noticed some just want answers,
and there are really no answers.
I’ve noticed some make up answers,
despite questions without answers.
I cannot create solutions
grasping at straws aren’t solutions.
I cannot scope out solutions
best laid plans don’t make solutions.
Letting go takes a lot of work
exhausting and soul-jarring work.
Letting go goes beyond my work
it requires soul-searching work.
In time of trouble, “Let it be”.
I cannot construe, “Let it be”.
In time of triumph, “Let it be”.
giving Her credit, “Let it be”.