Give me your poor
Your masses are huddled
I'll keep them in line
With memories muddled
They'll say what I want
They'll stand nevermore
Obey in advance....
And I'll unlock the door.

#badpoetryinprotest#writersky

CROSSFIRE
She let the weapon drop,
still smoking,
Back onto the pillow
Of her bosom.
Who knew it could be wielded so?
#badpoetryinprotest

There was a frog who had a voice
Ribbit, Ribbit, Croak
He used that voice to tell a joke
Ribbit, Ribbit, Croak
Then a man got mad
Said the frog was bad
Took his jokes away
For the frog to say
I’m still a frog who has a voice
Ribbit.
Ribbit.
Croak.
We'll be listening, Jimmy🐸
#badpoetryinprotest