Please Don’t Come

No my friends, don’t come!

It’s not that your not welcome

In my humble home;

I would love to have you stay

That, together, we could roam

Far and wide my friend,

To explore the mysteries

Of my home country.

But the climate change has come

So I can not guarentee

Your safety in this 

Once fair land that I would love

For you to come and share with me.

Accept my regrets;

Pray hold it not against me

When I say please stay away

For both of our dear safety.



Praying for Eyebrowz

Since our most recent presidential election the word kleptocracy has gained popularity. I figured it had something to do with theft or thievery, but wanted to be certain.

Sure enough, Webster’s confirmed my suspicions:

I think I’ll try my hand at a poem.


There are foxes in the henhouse
See them slinking in the aisles?
Claiming our chickens as their own
While smirking their sly smiles.

There are wolves among the sheep
Camouflaged in off-white fleece,
Pay no attention to the bleating
As sharp teeth devour a tasty feast.

There are thieves in the capital
Snatching away our rights
Kleptocrats with no restraint
And they sleep well at night.

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