Sam is chilled down to the bone
Hands too cold to use his phone.
Smith’s cigar begins to freeze
Old tycoon fears he may sneeze.
Mysta shrugs off charges pressed
Thinks of Honey. Who’d have guessed?
Thinking not of her own life
Wishing to spare Honey strife.
Stop the bill of vile hate
Intolerance with dread as bait.
Tracy looks into her eyes
Heart so big it’s twice the size
Of those who hate and judge and fear
Obscenely laugh and mock and sneer.
July 27, 2017
September 11, 2017
October 25, 2017
Sam is chilled down to the bone
Hands too cold to use his phone.
Smith’s cigar begins to freeze
Old tycoon fears he may sneeze.
Mysta shrugs off charges pressed
Thinks of Honey. Who’d have guessed?
Thinking not of her own life
Wishing to spare Honey strife.
Stop the bill of vile hate
Intolerance with dread as bait.
Tracy looks into her eyes
Heart so big it’s twice the size
Of those who hate and judge and fear
Obscenely laugh and mock and sneer.