Braided Greens

Braided greens

On the west end

Seems

Over to top

Beside the ocean

Bold Times

Good times

Signed rhymes

Of uncharacteristic hue

What holds me down

Pushes me up too

Onion Opinions

Onion opinions

The popular trend

Begin again and again

With the same refrain

Said for days

A lazy sleep

Will wish me away

From the stinky options

Of spoiled onion breathe

Upon a delicate day

Casts shadows of death

Beyond the Nose

Beyond the nose

Of the dogs of democracy

Voluntary crazy

We have come to be

No sight

Or sound

Could bring us back together

Now

Where the differences divide

Has dug in quite far

Full of liquid melted tar

Beyond the nose

Will be more problems

Where our senses

Can’t go

Party Weight

When the good of the party

Outweighs the good of the country

What have we done

Me the creator

Me the enabler

I run from the words

That cast truth in

This day

It’s up to me

And you