I call it like I see it. I can’t be any other way. Whether I’m trying to be funny or serious, I can’t help but to be brutally honest. Perhaps my views are offensive to some. Perhaps they come as a refresher. Either way, it’s who I am. As you read these poems, understand their context. While I’m willing to discuss them in the comments, I won’t entertain knee-jerk reactions founded on partisan emotion.
A few weeks ago I left a comment on another blog when the blogger wrote about a current “movement” and expressed their support for it. While I understand the motivation behind this particular movement and support its intent, I asked some questions about its scope and challenged it in a couple ways. I just checked. I made my comment on 10/17, and it is still “awaiting moderation.” In a way, it tells me the author isn’t willing to have an honest conversation about the topic. Perhaps what I said makes them rethink their own position, but they aren’t brave enough to say so. I don’t know. Maybe I just reek of body odor or something.
Anyway, here are a some poems I wrote in reaction to various events.
Too Late (Mr. Clinton) © W. Scott Grant Spring 1998, prior to Bill Clinton’s impeachment hearings Just because I don’t Want the details I doesn’t mean I approve I haven’t read the Sordid accusations (They make my bowels move) Once I was proud to be American A fool you’ve made of me You sully the memory of Our brave sons Who died to make us free Your actions in the White House Have stained more Than “that woman’s” blue dress What else have you Lied about? I choose not to guess You’ve taken credit for Many things You have not done But you won’t admit to Certain things Not even one. You tell us you’ll take Responsibility You tell us your regret You point your finger at A conspiracy The details you forget. You cry out injustice, Innocence Any man would have done the same I guess I’m odd… I don’t know I don’t play that game. We have no respect From the world You’ve destroyed what was great Impeachment or resignation – You decide Either way it will be too late. FDR © W. Scott Grant October 14, 1995 2:15 pm Fast-talking leader With all the solutions The people loved him He offered Hope, promise, dreams I can’t be critical of The man Who became president But from my historical perspective The Third Reich provided our solution He left us A legacy of mortgage debt Borrowing against the future My today Because of that, though, I am free The debt has been paid But the interest of human nature Leaves us all In a new poverty
Y2K Gloom and Doom
© W. Scott Grant
March 22, 1999 7:00 pm
Run for your lives, the end is coming
The world we know will be gone
One your knees – pray my children
Repent for all you’ve done wrong
But isn’t that what they said
A thousand years in the past?
History proved the prophets wrong
But now we see a different cast
Not prophets of spiritual gloom
(We have those, but they’re ignored)
But scientists and computer experts
Offering answers no one can afford
Fix the programs now, they say
Or else they will crash and fail
Just one second after midnight
No lights, no Internet, no mail
Total chaos, havoc worldwide
Martial law, armies on the move
Is this what’s in store for us?
Just what will history prove?