Respect the Queen

Queen
you are my queen
lie tripping from your tongue
serpent hiss
flicking tongue
spittle along my cheek.
Disgust
pull back
glaring at you
too stupid
to see
to realize
the disdain I feel
written on my face
hidden in plain sight.
King 
oh my king
sneer
sarcasm laced
ego so large
cannot fathom
cannot hear
tunnel vision
self absorbed image
how great
god’s gift to women…..
um…..
no you ain’t.
I know she broke you
tore away your heart
ha buddy read your status
and yet here you are.
Feeding me sweet words
silly innuendos
trying to get me alone
like you never hurt me
made me feel low.
When you scheme
seek to deceive
to play a stealthy game
your own stupidity
will make me laugh
and seriously
I have to much respect for myself.
©Jan. 11/20
Picture via Pinterest

Unaware

Within a world

of peace

of allies

a dream has thus been broken.

When wild men are allowed to run

when decisions are made

using obsolete rules

great damage can be done.

With delusions of grandeur

with complete disregard

the mad man will destroy

all camaraderie

pushing the politest

the nicest

to suddenly stand straight

bearing his teeth

proving that he is not weak.

A mad man depends

on idiots and morons

those who follow blindly

to implement his vision.

A mad man mocks

the simple things

like…..

humanity

freedom

reality

truth.

I wonder

on a daily basis

does he realize he is a joke?

Picture via: Photo by Anastasiia Tarasova on Unsplash

 

The Man Under the Bed

Today’s blog is brought to you by a sudden winter storm that closed schools for the first time this school season
Chore time. The much dreaded, much argued time of the day. I kind of pick and chose the times when I have T his chores. Mostly because I do not remember until that moment. I have him put dishes away, change garbage bag and take garbage out to dumpster, feed the cats and the dreaded scoop the cat litter.
Yesterday he was hanging out in his room when I hollered at him that it was time to do the cat litter. He whined. I remained firm and kept repeating get out here and clean the cat litter. He whined some more before coming out into the kitchen. I am mixing the salad as he moans and gripes that it is so unfair that he has to scoop out the cat litter. Why did he have to do it? He was right in the middle of this cool video. My reply which got me that look was that there was a really neat feature that allowed you to pause the video exactly where you were and it will be there when you came back. He muttered away under his breath grabbing a plastic bag out of the plastic bag bag. I have two of them.
T asks me if there is a human being in the storage room.
My Response?
Not unless the guy I had tied up under my bed escaped.
What?
T did not understand what I meant. So I went back over it again and he stared at me like I had grown horns. I really was not being funny he informed me, all I had done was creeped him out. Now that I think of it, I should have crept after him and yelled boo into the storage room. I would have laughed, he would have screamed, I may have ended up wearing cat litter. It maybe a good thing that I did not do that.