Frumptart meets Trumptard: it’s bliss forever!
Rainbow twins make pink Indian Summer
Poke your hontas, indigenous lover,
Till Twitter-dumb gets Twittering-dumber.
Having had my fill of a noxious brew
(Militant Marxist Genderqueer free verse),
My soul now seeks a less venomous view:
Write more poetry! Dispel this global curse.
Today’s prompt asked me to do what I always do when I attempt a poem:
PROMPT #3: Today’s optional prompt asks you to make a list of ten words. You can generate this list however you’d like – pull a book off the shelf and find ten words you like, name ten things you can see from where you’re sitting, etc. Now, for each word, use Rhymezone to identify two to four similar-sounding or rhyming words.
A rousing hymn to techno-spring.
Please kneel for social distancing.
(Consider what you’re worshiping.)
New strains infect the melody:
A chord of biochemistry
Invading imperceptibly . . .
No longer dim or vague, but viral
Airborne fears begin to spiral.
Breath: a pulmonary trial.
Parties perish. Nations sigh.
Decrees are ordered from on high
Intending to demystify.
Our faces pushed to lifeless screens
Seeking solace from machines,
Placing faith in new vaccines . . .
Breaking news appears satanic:
Lemmings, in Pavlovian panic
Render rulers megalomanic.
City-dwellers bought the farm;
Chinese numbers quell alarm,
Mother Nature to disarm.
Bureaucrats drone on. World health:
A strategy of Marxist stealth
To siphon off our nation’s wealth.
Consolidating more control,
A cashless one-world rule their goal.
Read your Bible. Guard your soul.