Hoosier Poet

Sunday, September 13, 2026

The Meddling

They'd have us believe
the fracturing of Britain
isn't of their hand...

Ember

A spark may remain
Where a fire once burned proudly
Now barely glowing.

Notice and Remember

The farce continues,
but people are waking up.
Our time is coming.

Rage

They build their bunkers
to escape the people's wrath,
but they shall reap it...

Just Under

Seven in the bank,
I put six in the gas tank,
and thank Mercury.

Self Talk

Bite back the pain, son.
Don't let the bastards see tears,
lest they make it worse.

Typical

God awful writing,
accusations for the views...
so goddamned fatigued...