New England Elitist

We pompously read the New York Times
Persuading you with simplistic rhymes
Feeling better in Ivy League Schools
Looking down on the ignorant fools
Who happily live their lives in bliss
They’re not worried about what they miss
Others aren’t burdened by a thing
Darfur and the Massacre of Nanking
We score high and demand respect
Why such a stressful path, would we elect?

Duality

Hit second and hard
They disgraced my home
They tarnished my yard
We blame their sacred tome
Hit now, bombs away!

The horror of disregard
Violently search and comb
The countless more scarred
Without result we roam
Put our bombs away

Mock Shadow Dread

In the corner of the room
To detour a mistake
It would be a risk to assume
That the camera is fake
It might not record
One might not be seen
Out of fear the sword
I will live clean

Friend of Convenience

Three months now away from her
New places so unfamiliar
Fear silence and the unknown
Dare not walk outside alone
Old friends are now out of sight
It’s time to greet and be polite
Take what you need in the now
When obsolete, will disavow

Black Collar Comedy

A joke of what’s perceived
Ugly is skin deep
A snicker to the aggrieved
Loved owned household sheep
It’s a humorous strike
To who speak and look above
Our jokes to them, alike
Sneering at those who love