Trump change

Do not bow your head in (his) dis-grace,
interest accrued in chump change
buys no-thing of value.

True-change often means –New-
and new costs more than Used;
As is, precious metals
are always worth the same
at least until common (place)-
ex(ac)cept-ing
the Gold(en) rule.

Do you have anything
smaller than a soul?

It is a mistake to make molehills on mountainsides,
due to
mudslings and crustslides...losing ground

Twenty-five billion tons of topsoil-Lost….
It is an even graver error to dwell in this dim cave
of matters that do not mingle-by proxi-mity-
with your legacy, by reach and stretch.
(Im)mortal
Good(er) is not (as) Great
(as Hate) Any More? Ignore It.

This person(ally)
is no-thing more than a fig(ment)
from a manmade tree diagram
fallen at your feet. Poison in pears.
Too ripe, too easily bruised ,rotten, to you. No thanks.
We make an easy meal for the vulture.

His story
does no harm
to the writers and plotters of Our Bio-Graphy
who will compose themselves, by comp-ass
when all  is crumbling
downhill
by erosion of (in)decency, Be-have-your
self by (in)direct (in)decisions, anything (in)different, They know.
They (always) know how clods spit out of the fan and dust always settles

Down.

Are you out there? Come closer.  Do not be sorry for your losses
or worry about what you never had secured.
You were (in) all ways broke(n), down and out cast.
Be glad you know your-
self
better by (in)tangible dreams, it seems we woke up to day
Fallen. (Not) any one is building a better tomorrow
(Again) We will shine on, any(which)way we can Rise

On Occasion. In vestment. The States of  Un-ion scatter.

Balance is a state of transition. And accountability is all-ways reconciled
in the End.

Image in Public Domain via Project Gutenberg described as, Historic Bermuda Hog Money.

Fact checking poetry

As a matter of fact

you are on to something.

The fact of the matter

is something is amiss.

Is it in the hypothesis?

No-positively not.

Ninety-nine times out of a hundred

or ten times in a thou-

what does it really matter?

We miscalculated the value,

somewhere-

the watch ran away with the moon-

explained in this extrapolated theory

that the influx of  people penning

poetry is directly related to

the fast fading of fact, in fact,

the disappearing of deceptions by

professional misconception has

unveiled the real knowns and 

now no one really knows.

Yet, the fact remains,

after all accounts have been accumulated,

matters like these have become buried

in crypts called His Story.

Cold and dormant, leaves upon layers,

monotonous markers

building, folding and compressing, 

finally, erupting with sulfuric poetry. 

Image by By Vihljun (Own work) Sakhalin Volcano mud 6/2010 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.