Sunday Morn
8-17-2025
Slow rolling through a parking lot
Early morning fresh
On a sweet Sunday..
knowing I have zero obligations
to none,
much less an invisible entity
that listens to a prayer but occasionally.
I love the pavement inching by.
The clouds just barely shading the sun
looking like a thin fluffy blanket of cotton
spreading under a beautiful sky blue ceiling.
And I contemplate upon...
All the promises of a madman
telling me how horrible my life is,
and how he can make it better...
IF I just have faith.
Make it better
by blaming people unlike him
and his coterie of cohorts
cackling inconsistencies
of catastrophies
To distract from his ineptitude
in pleasing his own masses amid
gentrified allegations
of brown hordes of brazen betrayers of the home of...
the brave.
The peace of an early morning ride
with windows rolled down
Feeling the movement generated breeze
wafting against my skin
distracts from the horrible visions
of a delusional dick tater
Living in his own dystopian unreality show
forcing it upon those of us powerless
to deny his obsession...
As "Bittersweet Surrender" musicates and softens
his lurid scene
to land upon my ears
as Big Head Todd refuses to be denied.
And I drive off in my peaceful bubble
of a beautiful Sunday
Peace
About the Creator
Victor Mendez
Born in 1958.There's a lot of road beneath these feet.Worn out pairs upon pairs of shoes.Been a ranch kid,a city kid,a Marine,a dad, a grandfather now,an avid reader and just recently began writing poetry in 2015 just to vent.
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Comments (1)
Hahahahahahaha dick tater, that was brilliant! Loved your poem!