April Fools

April Fools

This poem no doubt was sent to a Democrat because they make fools out of themselves and all of us. I closed my eyes and pointed. I wonder what kind of letter I wrote him(?) Enjoy the poem. It’s a story poem.

 

April Fools © Donna Rae Lands

 

Go with me…to red rock tavern.

And you will see…

Hidden in the deep dark caverns…near the green blue sea…

Be careful as you go…

Steps of booby traps… and dice game craps…

Knock and sock you down…

In a spotted round… little row…

Mud house floors and whores…

Secret service nights…

Jealousy arose…out of their gunnery fights.

Victorian mansions full of ghosts…

Slaveholders in regiment coats…

Cheers readied for the inherent…bloody roast.

Beaten and whipped… over that grey boulder stump…

All too tame, rape and mane the young buck… beaten chump.

Thrown in slaves for alligator food…

History hidden from…all the protesters view…

Bad seed sticklers… were fanning the crude and the rude.

Young babies stuck in an enclosed watery pen…

Oh Lordy, the demonic alligators sucked them all in…

White washed and buried in truth…

Was an inbred female named April Ruth…

Changed her gender…changed her name.

All to disguise her red rock games of shame.

Go with me to secrets untold, down by the dusty red river road.

There you will find…a treasure of the highest kind.

Buried next to boulder rock…in a chest made of golden ashen stock…

April Ruth’s massive globes of misery….can only free her from her hellish destiny.

Find the treasure to help April fools such as you and me…down by the green blue sea.

 

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