All you see is cute ball of fur
who loves the sun and mice.
If only you knew that under
all that fur is not all that nice.
You think that all I need
is sleep and a fish or two
but behind these green eyes
a sadness breaks through.
There is more to being a cat
than could ever meet the eye
after all it’s hard to do much
when I sleep all the time.
With the face only a mother could love,
yet she chose not to spare an ounce,
you emerge from a dark and murky palace
and enter the light from which you hide
only to be welcomed to the world in callous
fashion, seeing as you are a beast after all.
The one thing you seek in all this madness
is not death, destruction, greed, or hatred,
but love is all you need and are never given;
so these people, who embrace the light of day
and get on their knees to pray, are forgiven
while the dark consumes their hearts, not yours.
My Fellow Americans! And those who follow me and are lucky not to have to go through an American style election! I feel like the campaign process in America could very well be described in similar detail to that of an old war diary. The conditions suck. You hear the same thing day in, day out. Someone is constantly under fire. And at the worst of times you pray for death. I have the absolute privilege of living in an area where it would appear as if Mr. Donald Trump is one of the greatest candidates there is and only Dr. Ben Carson could come close to having our town’s vote. I do hope you all note the sarcasm that fuels this paragraph.
With that being said, I have the luxury of seeing a Trump sign on just about every lawn and corner around here. While I am sure that he does not care what I think of his sign or slogan, I think it could use a little sprucing up so I am here to help, Mr. Trump. I know I am lacking in artistic design, so let me just offer you a few slogans that might better explain your campaign since the folks of my town think you just want to “Make America Great Again.” Was it great to begin with?
“Make Hatred Great Again”
“Be an Asshole”
“Heil Trump”
“Find a Scapegoat and You Never Have to Discuss Your Faults”
“You’re Fired”
“Ignorance is Bliss…Until I am President”
“My Word is as Good as My Hair”
I would hate to discriminate like Mr. Trump, so here are some slogans from the cutting room floor of other candidates:
Dr. Ben Carson (side note: if he get’s elected do we call him Dr. President?)
“Heal. Inspire. Revive. or push 2cc’s of epi and get a crash cart, stat!”
Hillary Clinton
“Not Monica for America”
Jeb Bush
“¡Jeb!”
Bernie Sanders
“Do You Hear the People Sing?”
Chris Christie
“Telling it Like I Think It Is”
Ted Cruz
“Setting the Promise for America on Fire”
Marco Rubio
“I Need to Become President or Trump Will Deport Family”
Time can play cruel tricks
on the weak and heavy mind;
trust your heart instead.
I am certain that I love you
more than you love me.
This will always be true;
here is why it must be:
No matter how much love
you think you have for me
I will always go above
so it’s time that you see
the last word will be mine
because you will always be
what my heart can only define
as my child, my cat, my baby.
Black & white,
Technicolor,
High Definition.
Normally I would hate
to going shopping
but there is one place
that I don’t mind stopping.
It’s not the product they sell
nor the prices they cut,
there is one reason to shop
I can feel it in my gut.
I wait to see your smile
whenever I grab a cart;
knowing you are a stranger
stops not, this feeling in my heart.
I don’t wear scrubs
and I don’t wash my paws.
I won’t wait for an O.R.
and I don’t need any saws.
Forget about anesthesia
and your silly human laws.
The only scalpel I need
extends right from my paws.
Firelight flickers across your skin
tracing all the places where
recently my fingers have been.
In this moment it would appear
that whispering three words
is the only thing that I fear.
What if you were to actually hear
what my heart screams so loudly
but my mind finds so unclear?
Is it still possible this is a sin,
could it last forever if we let it
or should we have never let it begin?
I recall having coffee
at a little shop downtown
with you on a snowy day
just as the sun was going down.
What I can’t seem to recall
is whether or not it was
just the coffee that was bitter
or if you were the cause.
Autumn Siders 