Mass shootings happen all the time
Without a reason, but with rhyme:
For thoughts and prayers and guns, demand
Will spike, but changes won’t be planned.
Still, best be safe: Shore up your stock
Of weaponry in case the shock
Of this one causes such regret
That we’ll do what we haven’t yet,
By which I mean, a single thing…
I kid! We won’t. Let freedom ring.
Kindness is as kindness does
And kindness done’s as kindness was
So kindness that is pending still
Must ergo be as kindness will
Ten well-chosen words
Would have made a better verse
Than the thirteen here
Several Scrabble tiles
Disappeared inside your dog?
Call a veter*****an!
Our tendency’s to be annoyed
By things we’ve managed to avoid
Until occasions inconvenient;
Take a beat and be more lenient
With the souls whose lives are stuck
In ruts that make you say, “Ew, yuck.”
Shed your shades; perhaps you’ll see
Distaste is such a luxury
That those affected shouldn’t lord it
Over those who can’t afford it.
I don’t like to share a lot
So most of what I write is not,
In point of fact, that accurate.
This comes as a surprise, I bet,
To those of you who know me well.
You’re used to thinking you can tell
To what each verse of mine refers
By looking back at what occurs
To me in real life, mapping that
To what I’ve written, and then– Drat!
It strikes me now that if you’ve done
Exactly that throughout this run
Of daily verse, you might have sussed
The word I just suppressed! (I cussed.)
Since I’m less private than I’ve tried
To be, here comes the truth: I lied.
Apropos of nothing much
When I was small we had a hutch.
You didn’t ask; I volunteered.
My childhood furniture was weird.