Politically Incorrect Love Poem

Written and published by Jean-Louis Mondon

A Breakfast Poem Baked with Love in the Sun

I am hereby registering my lament 

At the high court of discontent. 

If you can´t read The  Book 

Without giving me that "Woke" look

You won´t see

What you get,

When you get

What we see.

 

In this world of Yin and Yang

We are forced to choose

To have our life hang

With the one or the other,

As in father or mother.

Or friends and foes 

Just to add to our woes

To win or lose

As in topsy-turvy and willy-nilly.

 

I am not talking about race

No, at least not the one you think

The kind that´s in your face

As antiquated antics

From the bully pulpit

From pie in the sky 

To pie in your face

 

Dems are touchy-feely no more

Reps are namby-pamby encore.

As for me, I am free,

Being right that I left,

Not being in the fold

Not fitting in the mold.
Not being one of the foxes
Feeling small in their boxes

Some like it hot

Some like it cold

Me, I declare my passion,

And choose the middle motion.

Having my country left,

Being right in the middle,

Where I want to  be  found

In the middle of your arms,           

Sipping coconut water,

Being enthralled

By the power of your charms.

Since we make such a great team
To add to my irreverence

I'll blow off some steam
And have a little blast

Playing the part of the iconoclast.

Some people declare seriously:

"Tis better to have loved and lost

Than to have not loved at all".
My slogan forever will be
engraved in bold

in honor of you and me,

"Tis better to be held than to behold".

Jean-Louis.