Ink Heart Scribbles Not I...

I didn’t write this pencilled scribble,
no way, I’d say it’s part dribble.
To scratch on a piece of paper
with a pencil, the embarrassment,
to make your mark with a quill.

To me it’s ridiculous best admit it won’t work,
trying to write about love, don’t be a jerk .
Could not fall in love then picks up a pen,
tries to scribe stories about how he felt then.

Come on how did you feel when you
saw her first time, how dry was your
lips, did you hear a bell chime.

America wake up!
Your people have been sleeping through
two hundred thirty-six years of
Independence
and now we must live in a world
of interdependence or else perish
on our neighborhood watch.
Your egalitarian dreams have been
stolen by
promises you did not keep
usurped by the goddess of capitalism;
she who knows not the promised land
of unclouded vision.

CLUNK
On the island of Clunk,
Where brass monkeys sell junk
And the people are all kept in zoos,
There's a strange sort of beast,
In a cave to the East,
Called the Enty-Magenty-Magoo

To describe him.... I'll try,
He's about the same size
As the Purple Big Boggy Badoo,
But unlike that giant duck,
He just roars, doesn't cluck,
Not the Enty-Magenty-Magoo .

I grip my weapon in my hand
I am a true freedom fighter
I've had all that I can stand
any future must be brighter

Others feel the same as I
we come together, show our strength
beneath a cool November sky
for change we'll go to any length

In squads we approach the front line
where war will be won, maybe lost
and here our weapons' strengths combine
we brandish them despite the cost