“IS THE ROSE BY ANY OTHER NAME TOO SWEET?” a poem 30 Sept 2019 (Mon.)
The lemonade’s too sweet; the tea’s too strong;
There are too many seeds in the orange juice and OldKingKong,
is too hairy for sweet, little Fay Wray to consider marriage to;
I JUST DON’T KNOW WHAT NOW I can even do?
I know. I know. I’LL DO SOMETHING. I’m SURE that MIGHT work;
I will modify and alter, for I don’t wanna be [considered] “a jerk.”
I WILL CHANGE WHAT I DID TO MAKE IT RIGHT,
But WAIT. Despite my worrying late into the night,
About how to correct and how to modify an untenable situation,
I SUDDENLY REALIZED:
AllThroughout The Nation.
TRUMP, for instance, NEVER DOES THE SAME THING TWICE;
Even though people say: “He’s always mean,” sometimes he’s actually nice.
Even though Democrats say: “He DID IT AGAIN,”
HE COULDN’T POSSIBLY have, ’cause THE MOMENT WHEN,
He does ANYTHING, WHAT HE DID CAN’T BE REPEATED;
It’sA lawO’Nature: “ONCE YOU DO ACTION “X” IN TIME FRAME “Y,”
“X” & “Y” are GONE” FOREVER; so, I DON’T HAVE TO PLAN AND CRY.
So, IF the lemonade is too sweet today,
IF I serve it tomorrow “EXACTLY,” [asTheySay], “TheSameWay,”
IT WON’T BE, and so it might not be too sweet then.
I can relax and not try so hard. AMEN.