Pottersville

We all live in Pottersville,   just beyond Potter’s Hill. Working in Potter’s Mill,   lunching on Potter’s swill. Life is grand in Pottersville,   so long as we all serve his will. Potter’s values he’ll instill,   and we all will pay the bill. Snow blows past the window sill,   as we feelContinue reading “Pottersville”

QAnon Blues

Pedophiles and pizza,   just like at Chichen Itza Waiting for the Storm,   for QAnon’s the norm. “Where We Go One, We Go All”,   is their insurrection call. They proudly will salute,    their mango orange galoot. Their Shaman with his horns,   is breaking all the norms.  JFK ain’t dead,   he’sContinue reading “QAnon Blues”

Highway to Lonesome

Across the broad desert, mountains and plains,   a blacktop road that’s only two lanes. Nobody lives there, there’s nuthin’ to do,   just lonesome travelers a-passin’ on through. The coyote howls his lonely refrain,   nobody else is there to complain. The gas station burned down decades ago,   the ruins stand out inContinue reading “Highway to Lonesome”