What Me Worry?
Alfred E. passed this way
Living a carefree day.
Like the baboon with red rear end
You may ask, how to suspend
The errant one that is projected
By straining or maybe just gender directed.
The deck runs red with blood
Of those that moments before were free
Now lying there, struggling in the grasp
Of one who will take by force
Sun rise is dependent on - Me!
As hours of dark continues to rule
You and yours will struggle off to work and school
It lies there
Surrounded by metal, as its own
Encased in concrete
Long hardened and dark with age.
Others try to control tobacco use
Forcing one to become a recluse
Where in isolation of one's own choosing
Others gather to avoid the abusing.
Don Quixote in his quest
Sought a woman, the best
Who on a pedestal he placed
One who could never be replaced.
Poems you write
While others seek
To with words indite
A spirit that is weak.
T'was a wood pecker
That's his moniker
Given that with a frequent blow
He searches for insects, below.