Author: drachenkreiger

It is so easy to fall into the trap

of complaining and mocking

and hurting those who you do not like.

Yet for all that we must keep up our spirits

so who’s for a little game

of smile at every stranger that passes your place!

They do not care.

A profit is all they want.

Lives matter not

as the manipulation increases.

Back to work

means they won’t be affected.

Yet they can hold the threat

of no pay over your head

as you service their needs.

This pandemic is killing millions

and it will end badly.

The times are strange

Ask for health insurance

GoFundMe campaigns

Yet laughter is the best medicine

So why not laugh at our leaders

who are trying to malign and kill us?

Still we survive

and herd immunity

still remains to be attained

Keep up the spirits

and give out the love.

It is the only thing

that can not be taxed,

yet.

The weather is fickle

Or severe

or mild and pleasant.

Not many enjoy dancing in the rain

while others bake too easily.

In the mornings

we never know what will be met

should we venture outside

and yet cats

demand their freedom.

Then turn haughtily away

and watch us stand there

like an idiot.

And I can go out there

To walk and sing in the weather so fair.

…

I must stay inside

while the chirping birds and squirrels play outside.

Fuck.

What can I use for a mask.

Understanding between humans

Knowing an objects or services value

allows for exchanges where society may benefit.

Yet exploitation abounds

and people are fooled into thinking

that their contributions are not as valuable.

So then unbalanced situations occur

as one gathers more than they may ever need

and hoard it from all the rest of society.

For those on the bottom

it is hard to get out from underneath

that fat blocking hand of dehumanizing wealth.

Yet, even though

the ones wearing the smirks

know that they can only keep their money

if they continue to use the labour of those beneath them.

There is the conundrum

that all society faces

and it is telling when you must face others

as to why you treat those you do

the way you do.

Poverty is not a sin

but a situation where

those in it work harder than anyone else

just to stay alive.

Tomorrow begins a new week.

One of trying your best to survive.

Mental and physical exhaustion takes its toll.

Food and rest only go so far

As the new normal begins again.

We all want to have a good life.

We all want to be treated as human beings.

Thoughts abound as the night drags on

And the week starts before it ends.

I love to pun rhyme

It can get so rad

That I forget to warn

Friends to bury the lad

So I venture forth

In the sun fun I’ve had

Explaining the unconvinced

About the start of my fad

To sleep I shall go

Home to stay where I’ll be glad