A Breakfast Poem Baked with Love in the Sun
Written and posted by Jean-Louis 02/2011, Edited and amplified in 03/2033.
I am hereby registering my lament
At the high court of discontent.
If you can´t read The Book
Without giving me that "Woke" look
You won´t see
What you get,
When you get
What we see.
In this world of Yin and Yang
We are forced to choose
To have our life hang
With the one or the other,
As in father or mother.
Or friends and foes
Just to add to our woes
To win or lose
As in topsy-turvy or willy-nilly.
I am not talking about race
No, at least not the one you think
The kind that´s in your face
As antiquated antics
From the bully pulpit
From pie in the sky
To pie in your face
Dems are touchy-feely no more
Reps are namby-pamby encore.
As for me, I am free,
Being right that I left,
Not being in the fold
Not fitting in the mold.
Not being one of the foxes
Feeling small in their boxes
Not being one of the foxes
Feeling small in their boxes
Some like it hot
Some like it cold
Me, I declare my passion,
And choose the middle motion.
Having my country left,
Being right in the middle,
Where I want to be found
In the middle of your arms,
Sipping coconut water,
Being enthralled
By the power of your charms.
Since we make such a great team
To add to my irreverence
To add to my irreverence
I'll blow off some steam
And have a little blast
And have a little blast
Playing the part of the iconoclast.
Some people declare seriously:
"Tis better to have loved and lost
Than to have not loved at all".
My slogan forever will be
engraved in bold
My slogan forever will be
engraved in bold
in honor of you and me,
"Tis better to be held than to behold".
Jean-Louis.
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