Old Curmudgeon Poet

Grandfather poet

full of platitude advice

out of spunk

not even punk

I left all my good ideas

in a trunk.

Tired of slapping fools around

it just hurts my hands

and they just keep coming

with idiot grins

marching in step,

lemmingized.

It was better when they

lived and died in Iowa

never leaving town.

Now their spew is all

over twitter, 

over twittered,

as if it gives them

credibility, the way

their lost beliefs

used to.

For goodness sakes!

Go back to belief and

stop having opinions!

No one cares!

No one should care!

Even you don't care

other than the fvoment

you can induce in

other idiots!

Don't hydrate,

you can't hold water!

This is me, Grandpa,

on the front porch

yelling as you morons

march past in step,

wishing your destination

was the ocean.

Keep going...keep going...

you're getting there.