Our Goose Is Cooked Poem by L MILTON HANKINS
Our Goose Is Cooked
I cannot anymore say "I do not give a hoot! "
When a policeman pulls over my car,
First thing I say is, "Officer, please don't shoot! "
Now, I am afraid to go--to venture very far
From the security of my very own back yard
I no longer visit my local neighborhood bar
These days we need a personal security guard
To feel safe when we go to the village malls
Guns from all public places should be barred
Once we could handle old-fashioned brawls
But with serial killers and snipers on the loose
I am afraid our backs are pressed to the walls
Discarded social mores have cooked our goose.
Great poem. The stress of today has caused so much mental illness and for some lashing out guns blessing is the solution. Its bad.
The media is playin people like flutes, keep the fire burning, who are the top anchors? , I hate racism and may our great impartial God punish them, the biggest thing is that certain groups are being played like puppets for trinkets in return, but some are wising up
Two days at a row you have won The Member Poem Of The Day, the Poem Hunter Team has chosen your poem, Congratulations on this fact, amazingly worded this valuable poem with loveliest end rhymes and its content facing The true cruelty as it is now!
Yes with rising crimes such poems are required to work as an eye opener.
A wonderful poem with a meaningful message. A well expressed write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Indeed these are difficult times and fear tends to rule the day. It's good to see a poem written in terza rima.