Jeans

Many of you will know what this means
When I say I remember the days of my teens
Wanting to be like James Dean
In a short-sleeved tee & indigo jeans

Those were the days of simple blue
5 pocket denims without much ado
You could run them ragged and threadbare
Scuffs and stains, but never a tear

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SECOND THOUGHTS

Sometimes I wonder, for just a day of my life
Perhaps I’d like to be a Kardashian
Have the paparazzi chase me everywhere
Reporting on my every action

I DREAMT ABOUT THE DONALD

Last night I had a nightmare, it was November 2016
And Obama was soon going to be a has-been
In my sleep, I wondered about the next POTUS
If it were to be a certain someone, heaven help us

If the ex-First Lady didn’t make it
Of which I have my doubts
Then we might have a brash billionaire

THE EMPEROR HAS NO CLOTHES

From the nether regions he emerged,
Scarcely known.
Into the limelight
Strode he,
Colossus-like.
A meteoric messiah
Selling dreams of gold.
A promise of alchemy.

Hope
Was welcomed by hyperbole.