So Long Farewell
Loosen your hold, oh greedy one.
So long to DayGlo, tanning buns.
Secret Service, and Big Mac runs.
There’s no prayin’, will help you none.
Your time is over, MelMel’s done.
Wave to Joe Joe, Kamala too.
We chose them, just to say screw you.
Troops ain’t with you, so no kook coup.
All your lawyers are scared to sue.
Lock your bank tight…Mel’s bout to shrew.
This may be my last overtly political poem for a while, at least I’m going to try refrain. Although I will likely make them as open to interpretation as possible. I’m a bit tired of it all. There are other aspects of life that are worth exploring and self-therapizing about.
May the poetry gods and saints forgive me. This is what I get for listening to a catchy upbeat poppy Taylor Swift hook right before writing this. Yes, I’m a Swifty. And if you are too or even if not, you need to listen to her latest surprise album Folklore. Not an overly pop thing. Real laid back. Done during the pandemic. Wasn’t even supposed to be an album out.
Whether you enjoyed my poem or not, please click the link below to head to this week’s challenge page and visit some of the loyal in the comments who keep coming back to write using this style of poetry that is so accomodating to different ideas and more difficult than you may think to write. And it’s a great feeling to know you’re writing in a style created hundreds of years ago in Spain.
My entry for this week’s Décima Poetry Challenge NO. 31 ONE.
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