C’mon, guys! Get angry and enter the A Mused Poetry Contest by this Friday. I promise that it’s fun!!
Roses are red, ’cause they’re all full of thorns
That pricked you and caused you to bleed.
Violets are blue ’cause they’re feelin’ fed up
With being around all the weeds.
The bluebird of happiness doesn’t exist,
‘Cause Fate shot it, and served it with rice.
‘Fact, the only bird he and Karma will give
Is the one that isn’t so nice.
Think positive. Right; like my thoughts are the why
For pandemics; bankruptcies; death.
Moments that might take our breath all away
Are mostly just taking our breath.
The one thing I’ve got, right down to an art
Is lack of an income; cash flow.
Money can’t buy up my happiness, see,
So my mood ought to perk up tenfold.
My momma said there would be days like today
But not any days like the rest.
She couldn’t have known ’bout the last
ten twenty forty years
When she said I should give it my best.
In conclusion, I’ve seen that the problem is all
The people we’ve voted to lead.
It might also be my life consequences
Nope. It’s th’ gov’ment, indeed.
©2021 Chel Owens